::Sleepless in SModesto::

And why am I watching Paid Programming at midnight? Because I have nothing better to do when I wake up pissed off because a dream turned into an annoyance and no one is up.
I suppose I can try Zak. He'll probably throw his cat at me though. Or something drastic. He always does things like that.
Hm, look at those people walking down the beach.. with their horse on a leash?! Woah. I mean, getting in shape is one thing, but no gadget can make you lose enough weight and gain enough endurance to keep up with a HORSE when they start chasing after a squirrel.
Pff! Those are SO not your "before" pants, guy. You're just holding up randomly large pants.
Oh. Wait a minute. This infomercial showed Chuck Norris. This must be a legit product if it can turn me into Chuck Norris.
In Soviet Russia, ass DOESN'T kick Chuck Norris. It wouldn't dare.
So now I'm re-obsessed with Harry Potter. THANKS, A Very Potter Musical.

Gotta love that Draco-y goodness.

Love and other indoor sports (like.. not that product),
Blue Disastrous

::Keeping Everything In::

Yeah.

Love and other indoor sports (like raising discontent),

Blue Disastrous

::I'll Be Sent to Azkaban::

I don't know whether it's more sad that I am obsessed with Harry Potter so much to the point that I find entertainment roleplaying as a Hogwarts student/making tons of references to the series/whatever else I do related to the series, or that I put so much into my blogs that no one reads that it is considered "too personal" and that it "gives basis for someone to begin stalking you". Those are both not direct quotes, more like the main idea of a message a moderator sent me on VH, because I posted a link to my blog in my profile. The rules state that no one is allowed to post personal information that can lead to someone stalking them.

But this is online anyway, plus I'm the one writing about all this random crap and publishing it, fully aware of potential stalkers (which I've gone through before, and I don't really care).

These past few days have been marked by increasing uneventfulness. Except yesterday. Yesterday was okay, due to the appearance of a certain scarf-wearing jungle animal addicted to ripping and eating belts.

I just realised I haven't played Borderlands in a few days. This could explain things. But now I'm too comfortable to get my mouse all positioned (since the mousepad is the tablet and all).

And a slanket would be very useful right now. Or the Harry Potter Snuggie.

It's colder here than in Seaside.

Love and other indoor sports (like dueling),

Blue Disastrous

::Virtual Stalking::

I log into Blogger and read over my Watched Blogs' new posts. And someone says she needs help with her college questions, questions describing her.

And you see, I can answer the questions for her, because she's inspired me as a writer and blogger, though we've only talked a few times.

So I guess this crosses the line. I am a stalker. Why? Because I have nothing better to do, of course.

I also have nothing better to do than be a virtual Hogwarts student. Including writing assigned essays. And extensive roleplaying.

I am a sad, sad person.

Who is going shopping in six hours.

With no money.

And apparently no sleep.

Love and other indoor sports (like mania),

Blue Disastrous

::We Are Related To..::

So today I'm bored while watching the Harry Potter marathon, a weird thing. So I go to my blog and hit "Next Blog" to search for random people. But every blog was about religion. Apparently the "Next Blog" button is supposed to take us to related blogs. And you all know how religious I am.

The same thing with Clara's blog, every one after it was about spreading the word of Christ.

Then Lyn-z's, and after hers came tons of blogs about athletics.

James' blog is apparently about gadgets that are unusual.

Lastly, Maria's is apparently about babies and pregnancy.

There is definitely something wrong with the button.

Love and other indoor sports (like smashing glass over the Great Hall),

Blue Disastrous

::Clearly Emo::

That last post. Yeah. Disregard that.

Anyway, I had an amazing day with Kai doing mostly nothing but laying in a fortress we built of blankets and random dorm furniture. That wasn't that random.

Er, I had something important to say, I think, but now I can't remember.

It's weird how I can write so randomly and freely and quickly when blogging but when I have the awesomest story idea in my head and know exactly what's happening, my mind goes blank and my fingers freeze up. It's so unfortunate.

So then I had the idea to start another blog where it would be a story, er, as if the character were blogging. But then I couldn't think of a name for said character. The only name stuck in my head is Lilith for obvious reasons, but I can't just use that, again for obvious reasons.

So I began looking at name lists of various things, such as names from horror movies and all. Of course I then wanted to name my character after another character in a game. I went, "Rinoa! Wait. No." Rinoa is awesome and all, but it wouldn't have fit.

And then I discovered many people have named their babies after Kairi, Rinoa, and Sephiroth. Yes. Even Sephiroth. I laughed. Poor kids. Well. Just ones named that. Kairi is rather pretty, and Rinoa is kickass, so I guess some people would make okay-ish parents.. as long as they paused their games long enough to feed and clean the little buggers.

I'm kinda tired, which is weird, since I wasn't a minute ago. I guess this thing just happens.

I wish I were in the cave.

Love and other indoor sports (like fort-building),

Blue Disastrous

::Ahaha.. Narrowly Escaped Death::

..Again.

Lyn-z was laying on the bottom bunk in the corner, I was in the same corner on the top bunk.

She got up on a hunch to stalk me and was starting to climb the ladder..

And the top bunk fell.

So. I now have a giant streak of a welt on my back that feels like a piece of wood stabbed through my body (it didn't--I missed the screw that was sticking out by like an inch, don't worry).

If Lyn-z wouldn't have gotten up, she wouldn't be alive.

If I would have been on the other side, I would have flipped and broken my neck and been killed.

So. The Fetus Buddehs have escaped death once again.

I am grateful we're both alive.

VERY.

It was fun.

Love and other indoor sports (like extreme bunk bed collapsing),

Blue Disastrous

::RAAAWR::

I'm.. so.. mad.. Buu!

Stupid Dr. Horrible won't BUFFER ITSELFEDNESS fast enough. Shut up, Kai, I know you're going to go, "Hey, I got you hooked on it! Hahaha!" Except not so stupidly. Anyway.

And then Shaun of the Dead won't go onto my iPod because I don't even know why and it's really a bother.

So I have to keep going from the room Lyn-z and I are going to sleep in to this room where I am now because it's the only one of two rooms not occupied right now. Unless I go in the garage. But that's cold. So.

Sigh.

I really want to watch SOMETHING.

Grr..

Um..

So..

Now I want to write. But my laptop must stay out here. Buu.

Hello.

Goodbye.

Goodnight.

Love and other indoor sports (like a hissing match with a Jewish cat),

Blue Disastrous

::So.. Bright..::

I've switched to Google Chrome, finally. Internet Explorer stopped working and all. But now my settings are gone--I used to have all the white blank parts of a webpage black, all the text purple, links green and orange, and just.. It was awesome. But now I'm back to plain black and white. Buu.

So! I'm about to go see my Fetus Buddeh. She is super mega awesome foxy delicious.

And er.. Yeah. I should be getting Borderlands and Fallout 3 sometime soon. I'm excited for that.

And also for seeing A Very Potter Musical again.

You know, I realised I type a LOT faster now, since I blog a lot and such.

Dr. Pepper Cherry is yum.

Gotta go now.

Love and other indoor sports (like eye-crossing),

Blue Disastrous

::Pigfarts!::

Before I forget, here is my post from NaNoWriMo's Harry Potter thread:

*facepalms and holds it while letting out a long breath*

Harry Potter.

Harry Potter.

Parry Otter.
Need I say anything else?

House: HufflepuffCharacter(s): Luna, Snape, Draco, LUPIN, Tonks, and Bellatrix.

Book: Though I've read the first six at least fifteen times each, I've only read Deathly Hallows once (on vacation in Hawaii, which really annoyed my dad when we were supposed to be doing Very Fun Activities starting the day it came out when I was so
disappointed because he AND my cousin, the only other people there with me who
could drive, both fell asleep when they had both promised to take me at midnight
to get it). So I can't quite remember all that happened in the book, except I
know I cried when Lupin died. I cried at all the appropriate parts with Snape. I
cried when I finished the book, since it was over. Done. Finished. Anyway, to
the point.. I'm going to have to say Half-Blood Prince. Though it'll probably be
Deathly Hallows when I get a new copy (as I left my original one at my dad's
house, which was lost when I sort of moved out and he threw out all my
stuff).

Movie: Prisoner of Azkaban. Hands down. Lupin-y goodness. I could froth at the mouth.

Quiddich: I'd probably be a Seeker. I'm not coordinated enough to be a Chaser, in complete sync with other people who either will toss a ball at me or will try to keep it away from me. Then I also am not strong enough to be a Beater. And a Keeper? Balls flung at me or in a complete opposite direction? No thanks. But I am good at finding things (must be the Hufflepuff in me--but WHAT THE HELL IS A HUFFLEPUFF?! Mm, AVPM).

I've been re-reading the whole series sans Deathly Hallows for about a month now, one immediately after another. My boyfriend does NOT understand why I'd want to keep reading the same books over and over. I rawr at him, he growls at me. And then I read again. It's lovely.
And here I am, listening to AVPM while having a constant "Snape,
Snape, Severus Snape--DUMBLEDORE!!" stuck in my head from Potter Puppet Pals. I am craving more Harry Potter goodness, and finding not much, I think I'll make some videos. Or something. It would be fun.
And my last comment.. is that I want to learn how to quilt solely to make a Hufflepuff quilt for my dorm room.

So yeah. I am quite a sad being.
Happy Turkey Day! Well. Not. Because now it's Black Friday. Whatever.
Monday, Mum and I went to pick up Kai. We were dropped off at Stoneridge Mall when it opened at ten and picked up at four-thirty? Or maybe just four.
In that time span, we wandered around, discovered Sanrio was gone and in its place is a really yummy sorbet and gelato place. I had chocolate hazelnut gelato and Kai got a freakish mix of cookies and cream and blackberry caberet somethingFrench which was actually kind of good. Not my cup of tea. I mean wine. Yeah, he had tea later too, served by a guy who looked like he was into Kai. Which totally wasn't awkward at all.
And then Kai told Miki to come to the mall. So she did. And then we went around to the other side of the mall, but outside, where she proceeded to smoke a pack of cigarettes and tell us all about her latest failed relationship (when I wanted to go and key his car as much as she wanted to). And then she left for work like right after.
So then Kai and I went back inside and sat on one of the couches randomly lying around the middle of the mall by the perverted show of Santa Claus. Then we got picked up.
And then we went to my Aunt-but-not-really-Aunt Nancy's house. I dunno what happened the rest of the--oooooh. Now I remember. But never you mind. Hah. We basically watched random stuff in the back room.
Then we made the bed and snuggled and slept.
Next day, woke up. Played Wii. Made pizza. Dr. Horrible. Um. What else? I dunno. But more snuggle. Redline. Laughing ourselves silly. Wii again. Kai got tired so more snuggle. He slept. I became Way Too Emotional and was awake all but one hour or so of the night.
Woke up again. Food. Wii. Got dressed. Left Aunt-but-not-really-Aunt Nancy's house. Took Kai Way Out of the Way to meet his sister and hand him over. Then Mum and I drove like two hours to get back home. And we were tired.
Genuine sleep.
Woke up and realised Real-Aunt Connie and Cousin Erica were here. Watched the Purina National Dog Show. We were right. Sadie the Scottish Terrier won Best in Show, her 100th win. We watched random things and then went to go cook for the Thanksgiving Feast we have every year.
Rest of the Family comes over and hilarity ensues. Especially when we watched the home videos of Every Cousin Except Blue as a Young Tyke.
By the way, the Very Random-Looking Capitalisation isn't random at all, it's what I believe to be Important Enough to look like a Very Proper Noun. So regard them all as such. Thanks.
Anyway. Then everyone left. And now I'm very sad. I feel abandoned by everyone.
So I guess I'll go to sleep.

Love and other indoor sports (like searching for pain-killers),
Blue Disastrous

P.S. Why did I completely detail this week thus far? Because I felt like it. The only two people who ever read it are my follwers, and even then, that's Very Exremely Iffy. The only proof I have is my one comment. And then Kai saying he reads them. But I dunno that for sure.
P.P.S. I had a dream there was a tornado, but we had to drive to this shelter place, and outside of it we had to watch an Adam Lambert video and then Skype with him while he asked us a trivia question about his personal life. Which we didn't know, so we were locked outside. And we got back in the car, where the tornado picked us up. And there was a cow there. In the tornado, not the car.
P.P.P.S. Really, goodnight now.

::Who Cares?::

Who cares about Thanksgiving?
Or cleaning?
Or uploading pictures onto a photography account?
Or spending time here instead of nowhere at all?
Or controlling lutz landings?
Or.. anything?
Certainly.. me. That's very unfortunate.
So, today started off badly. Because I woke up from an amazing dream which can't happen in real life because, I dunno, I guess my mum doesn't trust me.
But whatever, yeah?
I hope it'll get better.
I really wish I could do what James did--that turkey. He left the place that was keeping him down when he just wanted to be happy. James, I admire you for leaving.
Of course, I don't have a job. And I'm having issues with Etsy. Facekeyboard.
I guess today is an all-around icky day. Only Lyn-z is really helping the matter. Thank you, Fetus Buddeh.
I'm going to go scout out some pudding. That'll help too.

Love and other indoor sports (like dynamite),
Blue Disastrous

::Oh. My. Cod.::

"You tell him, Dakota! Don't let that Cat mess with you!"
Yes, we are watching Cat in the Hat. Thing One and Thing Two have just arrived. I hate the Things.
The Cat keeps saying "OH YEAH!!" It's like he's the Kool-Aid Man or something! It's ridiculous!
Well.. I would like a metal crab lock. Er. A lock that looks like a crab, not a lock FOR a crab. Though I am a Cancer. But I don't have cancer. I think.
So, earlier I took a walk down Memory Lane when I told Kai that I finished off my dinner burrito with a bite as big as my palm, a bite pulled off because I have a befitting Bergman mouth. And by the by, my best friend is looking for some cat food. I'm not quite sure he has the best taste in dinners.
Anyway, when I was a wee lass of three or two, my best friend was not the one searching for cat food. No, other than my Fetus Buddeh, I stuck to my older brothers, especially Ken. This, of course, led to me thinking at one point that I, too, was a boy. Though I didn't quite understand why boys did what they did in the bathroom, as toilets are concerned.
Ah, yes, I do remember hating wearing dresses (a thing that carries on today, with rare exceptions). I remember bringing in sticks and looking for snakes, and then playing with my brother's when he started breeding them. I remember the inappropriate-for-the-dinnertable contests we had, and the spanking I got when I imitated my brothers' colourful language. And then, of course, was when my love of horror movies and fascination with blood was brought on.
Which brings me right back to today, as I look at my picture that's displayed on the coffeetable. I was a model at four. I went from that sweet (yeah, right) little girl to, well, whatever I am now. At the moment, I'm wondering whether I can make use of the leftover blood I have stored in my room.
Ooh! Look at this living room! Why, it's clean! This is.. shocking.. to say the least.
OM NOM NOM NOM. Dr. Pepper Cherry, anyone?
OH NO. The monkey is NOT GONE. Stupid monkey, leave!!
Or I shall be forced to perform Super Ninja Voodoo on you.
MOVING ON NOW.
Let's see what the People think. GOOGLE-ing NOW.
As a friend from waaay long ago is eating the wings off of live birds.
Bah, people only look for lyrics starting with "I think". BORING.
Let's see what the People want to know how to do, then.
Sigh, sigh. Even more boring things. No fun anymore, I swear!
Merry Cheesecake, everyone.

Love and other indoor sports (like conning a ferret),
Blue Disastrous

P.S. ohmydogcreations.etsy.com

::More Doctors, Oh I'm SO Excited!::

Could you catch any sarcasm in there at all?
Oh well, I really am excited--for next week. Next week nearly everyone in America has the week (or at least a few days, come on) off for Turkey Day! Which is Thanksgiving. Duh. Come on people, you all know that.
Anyway.
For Monday something special is planned, but I won't write about it until after the matter, since I'm not sure if it really will happen. Though I do hope so.
Then, right after that (or the next day..) Mum and I are going to get Kai and bring him here to be plumped up with an assortment of foods on Thanksgiving, though he'll probably only eat like.. turkey.. salad.. olives.. bread.. apple cider.. I guess I can make something this year, just so he can have more to eat. RAW POTATOES. Nahh, but it'll be nice. (Hear that, Kai?)
Yes, yes, I'm excited--gah. Be right back, gotta take ze pills.
*trots off*
I am back. Feeling, still, excited.
AND I have almost double the views on my kitty hats this morning.
ohmydogcreations.etsy.com
Mhm!
This calls for more sewing, since I have tons of new fabric.
Mhm!
About one more hour now and I should get up and shower to go to my doctor. Team of. Team of doctors. Like that isn't weird at all.
Mutilation is the most sincere form of flattery.
You know, I'd have to agree. If someone loves you enough to totally butcher something thatris specifically yours, then I'd say they're pretty obsessed. Good, right? Well, no, maybe not.
And then you throw in a random guitar solo and the whole world turns right on upsidedown.
YES, THANK YOU BLOGGER FOR AUTOSAVE. *hugs the site like a maniac*
Internet Explorer stopped working and closed my page and I thought I had lost all of this. I freaked out.
But now I'm much better. *sobs*
And now I'll go before any other mishaps come about.

Love and other indoor sport (due to the saturnine days of life),
Blue Disastrous

::They Said Hell's Not Hot::

Oh, Kai, you haven't beaten it up yet.
So! Rawr!
I blame my total lack of blogging on HISTORY. Yes. Or maybe myself, for putting off my work at the beginning of the year.
I've been doing tons of stupid History for the past *enter number of days since I've last blogged here* days because for some reason I'm crazy and want to go to college a year early. NO WAY.
It's like I've never said that before.
History and sometimes writing along with going out to school and doctors' appointments and physical therapy have made me forget to write out what's happened in a day.. for some reason.
And now I don't have anything to say. And I'm going on and on and on about nothing, really.
Okay. So last night I saw a commercial for, I dunno, some brand of shoes that I wasn't paying attention to.. because I was so caught up on the first part of the commercial. Which was a long time zoomed in on breasts.. so of course I think it must be, you know, likera bra commercial or something. But there was an odd "Valley Girl" voice saying something hateful about someone else..
And then the real narrator goes, "Make your boobs jealous by wearing shoes that will make your butt look better."
WHAT?!
Anyway.
On Sunday my mum took Grandma and I to the Harvest Festival. It's really fun. There are tons of booths where people sell their products, mostly handmade things (duh). And then there are booths where people are selling food or drink--and of course they give out samples. It's great--walking through the aisles looking at jewelry or clothes or random things while eating beef jerky, soup, pie, drinking coffees with random flavours..
I really wish they'd sell their food in meals. Like the soup people. I'd have much rather eaten their soup than the chikkin* and cheese quesadilla at one of the food places by the stage. Bleh. Super expensive crap. That's what it is.
Anyway, that day was fun, even though I had no money to shop with. Grandma got me a Snickers caramel apple. Yummy.
And now I have my mum's biiig laptop on my lap, and I'm trying to uninstall things. It's hot. No, really, my legs are burning!
So, er, I guess I'll just, erm, stamp "BLOG" onto my left hand and hopefully then I'll remember to write and not just come up with random events from the past that I can barely remember (bad memories are only for elders? PAH!!).
Okay?
Okay.

Love and other indoor sports (like leg roasting),
Blue Disastrous

::No Phone::

How liberating! Hah.
So, I have no phone at the moment. Which is what I just said.
It appears my brain is on the fritz again.
And I must write! Buu!
Um. What else?
Ah, German seems somewhat easy..
"Unter" is "under", stuff like that. I mean, not all words are like that, but yeah. On the way to becoming a polyglot! Tehe.
Yeah. A certain someone makes me want to visit Switzerland.. meaning, to get along well enough, I'd have to learn basic German or French. German is easier, in my opinion (after learning a bit of Norwegian, which is closer to German than French).
And yeah. Ramble ramble ramble..
Mail is here.

Love and other indoor sports (like sifting through letters),
Blue Disastrous

::No School!::

Tis true. I am home just because going out to Tracy only for one hour is not worth driving for two.
So I shall be cramming for my Hiragana test.
And more History.
And yeah.
I don't know whether I've given up on NaNo or not. I mean, I don't want to. But I somehow can't get words out. It's frustrating.
And now I'm behind by four thousand words again.
Sigh.
I should go see Matt today. But out somewhere, like the mall. Yeah! That's it!
I think I'll go do stuff now.
So, er. Later.

Love and other indoor sports (like improvising),
Blue Disastrous

::I Sense Death is Drawing Near::

It's true.
Don't worry.
Just a little Death.
Anyway, in the meantime, while I wait for said Death, I really am not getting anywhere with writing my novel. I swear, I write more in my blog than novel. It's pretty sad.
Erm. I baked brownies tonight.
I'm almost done with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
My hands look tiny.
My hair is still black.
Okay then.
Death. I hope for it.

Love and other indoor sports (like waiting expectantly),
Blue Disastrous

P.S. I'm not being emo. It's a very true thing that I hope for. It's not what you think.

::Tree Day List?::

Every year, my grandma asks all of us to make Christmas Lists a month or two (or five) ahead of time so she knows what to get us.
So I've made mine.
15 items.
I felt bad until I realised one, it was the shortest list of my family (because usually Grandma bugs us to add more) and two, most things are common things (such as any Moleskine notebooks--they're addictive!).
So yeah.
But as long as I've Kai with me, I'll have a great Tree Day.

Love and other indoor sports (like scavenging for ideas),
Blue Disastrous

::It Occurs to Me..::

..that really, the life I've wanted has been here all along.
You know.
I think the root of all my problems has really been this: I have not gotten any good mail in quite some time.
A postcard here, a bank statement there, but other than that, I've gotten no mail! Whaaaaat?!
I think I shall order myself something (like, I dunno, maybe a couple of books, or, er, YARN) and then, of course, colleges should be getting back to me soon..
And then I need to get pictures of hats up on Etsy and such and get some orders, and I'd love to get them through mail..
Mail! See? Mail is life. Yes.
No, no, maybe not.
But! Connecting with some friends I haven't spent time with in a while is certainly nice.
If we could only find a theater..
Anyway! Yes, so, I shall hop on that right now. Er, you know, getting a life and such. You know how things are.
Maybe I'll catch a shower too, right after dinner.
Which is ready now.
And Mum told me her two secrets to spaghetti sauce which are:
..
Do you really think I'd tell you?!
No.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've a pint of fake blood to play with.

Love and other indoor sports (like spattering blood),
Blue Disastrous

::S-so C-cold..::

God moren!
It is very cold here in somewhat-sunny California this morning.
I woke up and was very sad to find my Kai wasn't next to me. Then I considered whether I should leave my warm bed or not.
But I did (oh, how I despise being human), and shortly after, I discovered my blueberry foaming hand soap is like a thick, blue mousse.
"Oh, hunny, you like some moouuse?"
"Erm, mouse?"
"Yes, some moouuse?"
"Erm.. *asks someone next to her quietly what the lady said, but isn't answered* Excuse me?"
"Hunny, you like moouuse? Mouse, in your hair, moouuse?"
"..Mousse?"
"*angrily* That's what I sayyy."
Ah, silly, cute Asian hairdressers with strong accents. Aren't they adorable?
Yes! We have a new fridge.
And I finally caught up on my official NaNoWriMo wordcount last night (though now I'm behind again)!
Metempsychosis is dead. Well, not really dead, but..
I much prefer zombies to crazy reincarnated incest. Though that, too, is amazing in its own respects.
So! I have decided that I want to work at JMP Creative. Mhm. Go watch the Travel Channel if you want to know why.
I had something important to say but I can't remember. That happens a lot.
Usually Alzheimer's doesn't come on until, er, 60 or 70 years old? Rarely even 50, at that. So what's wrong with me?!
GASP.
I really want to read Harry Potter. But I should write.
OH. Zombie walk. This is what it was.
I still want to plan one. Really. I really, really would like one.
So, er, yeah.
It only occured to me a few days ago that "er" and "erm", said with an English accent, sounds like our "uh" and "um". Now, really, I knew I was dumb, but not that dumb. Oh well. It's growing on me, I suppose.
NOW. Off to add more things to my Amazon Wishlist, which is filling up super quickly.
Let the procrastination begin..
Now.

Love and other indoor sports (like ignoring responsibilities while chomping on a cupcake),
Blue Disastrous

Edit:
Lookie my lovely NaNo Widget! >w<

::A Quick Account of the Day::

Woke up at a cruel and unusual hour.
Took a shower.
Got dressed.
Skip a few steps.
Took the SAT.
Skip a few more steps.
New fridge came.
Watched Flashforward, Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, and Castle episodes I'd missed by sleeping other nights.
Pulled out some hair due to frustration with pain, causing more pain.
Got mad at self.
Skip a few more steps.
Write blog.

Love and other indoor sports (like anguish),
Blue Disastrous

::Oh No, I Gone Done Wronged Myself..::

So apparently my SAT test date isn't the 14th--it's tomorrow. Oh ho ho, this is vury bad news, seeing as I did nothing in preparation except procrastinate at writing my novel and read many chapters of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.. and now, blog.
Mum is out. She's at the store buying stew and cupcakes and garlic bread. If I catch her in time with my text, she'll bring home some Otter Pops for my throat.
I'm still sick with the flu-ish thing! Wewt!
Anyway, can anyone tell me who I imitated in my title?
..
..
..
That's right. Bruce. Well, the bee. Mayor Bee, Mayor Bee!
Ooh, I haven't sewn in a while. You know, all, with Christmastime coming up and all, now would be the perfect time to place some orders for some snuggly kitty hats! I have some new colours and prints; just drop me a line if you or a friend is interested!

..Oh. I'm vury behind in my novels. As in, over 20,000 words behind. Plus I need to be doing History. Oh, but I'm still reading..
Shh. It'll all be okay.
Smile!

Love and other indoor sports (such as cloning yourself to get a hundred tasks done at once),
Blue Disastrous

::Aaand That Is Why You Have the Little Cup::

with the lid.

So anyway. I'm not dead. Just.. busy.
I need to finish two courses and two big English papers by 14 December, as well as take the SAT, learn a month's worth of Japanese by Monday, and finish two novels (those by 30 November).
So I'm a little screwed.
And I hate Facebook.

Love and other indoor sports (like cramming for school),
Blue Disastrous

::Zombie Walk::

In the process of organising a zombie walk, probably in Monterey.
So, get ready for that.
My official wordcount for NaNoWriMo for yesterday was 7560.
My unofficial wordcount for NaNoWriMo for yesterday was 12048.
I'm very sorely behind.
My official wordcount should have been 11669.
My unofficial wordcount should have been 15003.
But no. Because I fail.
I am 1328 words behind on Metempsychosis and 1627 words behind on Don't Say the Zed-Word.
And 2995 and 3294 words behind, respectively, as of today.
So as I ramble this nonsensical complaint to you, answer me this; why on Earth am I not writing two novels furiously right now?
Because, you see, I have school today and I must get up in four hours.
Tah tah.

Love and other indoor sports (like foaming at the mouth),
Blue Disastrous

::"I FEEL QUILTY"::

And I shall stare at a goat until it faints.
WHAA?!
I want to make a Hufflepuff quilt. And I shall!
I promise.
Now back to writing.
By the by, I've added 649 words to Don't Say the Zed-Word.
So that's good.
BACK TO WRITING.

Love and other indoor sports (like Olympic Hair-Pulling-Out),
Blue Disastrous

::6196::

is where my wordcount remains for today. I must write! I promised them I would write!
Jayne, KD, Mishi, Luci, Gabrielle, Dustin..
And yet I am procrastinating like there's no--no, I'm procrastinating like there IS a tomorrow. And many tomorrows after that.
"Happy Pony is on. And I'm not missing happy pony."
Oh no. Because missing Happy Pony is like ripping sunshine from the world. We would all freeze and die.
Which is quite how I prefer the world, now that I think about it.
Apocalypse by Lack of Happy Pony.
Death by Snickers.
Psychiatrists on To-Do Lists.
I could go on forever and ever.
DANSER.
Jeg forstår du danser.
Og jeg danser.
VI ALLE DANSER.
I'm going crazy, you know.
I suppose I should write the first attack on the school in Don't Say the Zed-Word.
And the arrival to the school in Metempsychosis.
I really like fantastical boarding schools, don't I?
Another excerpt:

The door swung open to reveal a very sloppy-looking Amber--her hair swept up
into a sloppy bun piled on top of her head, a very baggy tee and sweatpants
thrown on as comfy PJ's. Her face was white, but angry. "What the hell do you
losers want?" she spat at us.

"We.. heard screams.." came Nat's weak reply. Amber huffed at us as the other girls of the hall tucked their curious faces back into their rooms.

"Well, yeah, there's a spider in my bed," she said, as if that were a perfectly logical explanation for horrid screams that seemed like someone was being murdered. I glared at her.

"So you mean to tell us that you woke us all up because a spider is in there? Not some freakish serial killer?" demanded Nat.
Amber crossed her bony arms."Yeah. What's your point?"

"My point," I interjected, "is that next time I hear a peep out of you, there had better be a damn serial killer in there."

So, thar it is.
And a quote without context:
"NONONONONO, NOT DR. PHIL."

So. Cold ice is cold. Busy Kai is busy. Estoopid Llama is estoopid (but amazing :3). In-love Dustin is in-love.
QUICK, I NEED--
Well, I shall not say, for this is the internetz, and who knows? Maybe someone someday will be like, "HAYYY, she wrote that one thing that one time so nao we all HAET her!!"
So I shall shut up.

Love and other indoor sports (like book wrestling),
Blue Disastrous

::YOU.::

Stop depressing me.
Stop it.
Right now.

That is all.

Love and other indoor sports (like heated arguments),
Blue Disastrous

::"Sorry"::

I really, really hate that word.
Anyway.
I've been reading Harry Potter all day. Finished about the last 100 pages of Goblet of Fire and I'm now 157 pages into Order of the Phoenix.
I should be writing more for NaNo, but no.. I have been too lazy to get my laptop, which Mum brought to me just a few minutes ago, so I decided to blog before writing.
I got my San Francisco State University ID. I haven't been accepted quite yet, but at least I haven't been turned away quite yet.
I just want the three colleges to send me my letters already, no matter the outcomes. I just want to know.
So I slept mostly all of yesterday, from 1pm until 7am this morning. I had quite a few dreams, none of which I can remember expect the one where I was dating a rather attractive young woman from New York.
Okay, then, better get hurrying off to "class". If I finish at least a couple hours and log it all, then I won't feel so bad for blowing off the rest of the night for writing, see.
Oh dear. The log book is somewhere hiding in the bedroom.

Love and other indoor sports (like log book sleuthing),
Blue Disastrous

::WHY?!::

So I set out to write the novel I intended.

Get Writer's Block.

So I write part of another novel.

Words come out of everywhere.

Next day.

I start to write the novel I intended.

Words come out of everywhere.

So I start to write the next part of the other novel.

I feel confident.

Then I get Writer's Block.

CURSES.

grumblegrumble.

My wordcount I'm supposed to be at today?

11669.

Am I going to reach it?

Yes. But it's not nice to have a BIG, FAT BLOCK IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE while you're trying to write something publishable.

Grr.

Love and other indoor sports (like hacking apart your Writer's Block),
Blue Disastrous

::*Rubs Eyes Wearily*::

I wrote 1511 words for Metempsychosis. I realise that it's turning out better than I thought back yesterday when I couldn't write a damn thing. Here's an excerpt:

"Aren't you done yet?" I dropped the PJ's I was tucking into my large suitcase.
Alex was leaning against the doorframe, his dark hair hanging over his eyes and
his lips tugging again at a comfortable smirk. My heart, for some freakish
reason, began to race.
"Erm," I began, willing my tongue to start working
again, "Nearly. Just have to throw in some non-clothing stuff now," I mumbled,
forcing myself to shove the PJ's into the luggage.
His eyes twinkled. "You
better hurry up, slowpoke," he teased, "Mum and Dad are here. They want to leave
soon." He laughed musically, good-naturedly, before turning and walking away,
leaving me still on the floor, a large fistful of socks in my hand. Who was I
kidding?
I still had plenty of underwear to pack.

Like? Nyeh. It's a bit of very obvious foreshadowing.

"I sneezed and then got hurt in a place that makes no sense."

Quote without context for the morning.

I'm in a really bright mood. I think it's because I feel I've done something good today..

Okay, I'm off now to tell my EC I'm not going to make it to our meeting.

EPICFAIL.

Love and other indoor sports (like novel-writing),

Blue Disastrous

::Schoolness..::

So, in er.. about five hours, I've done:
+One unit of Government.
+The last half of a unit of English.
+About a fifth of a unit of U.S. History.

So I feel accomplished. Now, off to write another 1667 of Metempsychosis and another 2734 of Zed-Word Adventures. Which still isn't my title. But it's getting there.
Let's hope today's writing isn't as painful as yesterday. That was awful.

Love and other indoor sports (such as finding sustenance somewhere in this foodless house),
Blue Disastrous

::1710 + 1113::

Those were my word counts for Metempsychosis and my zombie novel, respectively.
I fell way short of my expectation for the zombie one, but I think it's pretty good for only an hour of writing. Can you all tell which story I'm more involved in?
Eight hours for 1710 for Metempsychosis (including distractions and procrastination because of lack of interest).
One four for 1113 for Zed-Word Adventures. Ooh. That may become a title, ladies and gentlemen!
Let's hope today is better--but for now, I "go" to school.
So.. er.. yeah.
FLY.

Love and other indoor sports (is writing considered one?),
Blue Disastrous

::GARNKY FRUUBLE HEIMEN::

Why is it that writing today is like pulling teeth?r I've been trying to pound out the last 279 of the day for hours. It's terrible!
And then after THAT is another 1667 words for my zombie novel. *rubs eyes*
But apparently writing in a blog is much easier.
Why is that?
Why can't I write 279 words?
Why am I so tired?
And why does their house disappear?

Love and other indoor sports (like Death by NaNo),
Blue Disastrous

::EDIT on Kristina's Facial Expressions::

Yes, it's true! She doesn't ONLY show fear!
She now shows.. *drumroll*
A BLUBBERING CRYING BABY FACE!!

"*CRIES*"
"Oh, Kristina, I know it's scary that a crazy lady took a pregnant hostage in front of you--"
"*CRIES harder* It's m-my dad! He said he was going to kill his crazy lady wife! I know she almost killed my brother and put him in a coma for a year, but I thought my dad was a nice man who would call the cops on her instead! WAHHHHH!!"

o___O
So yeah.

Love and other indoor sports (like Olympic lasagna-eating),
Blue Disastrous

::I Hate Chain Posts::

Stop sending them, because I don't care, no one else cares, and you're just wasting everyone's time.
No one is going to come rape you or kill your mum in the middle of the night.
The one you love isn't suddenly going to forget about you.
You won't have 23491748732 years of bad luck.
So STOP sending them.
Seriously.
Are you 13? No, I don't think so.
STOP.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous (who is at 1108 words)

::NaNoWriMo::

National Novel Writing Month is upon us all! Let us sing and dance--AFTER writing for the day.
After all, what is the meaning of life?
1667!

Love and other indoor sports (like writing frantically),
Blue Disastrous

::Phone Blog::

Missing Kick-off parties? Buu. LOIS, Blue Disastrous

::French.. Hamburger Buns?::

Not toast. Huh. How odd.
WOO. Making up for a day of missing blogs. I'm writing in this like a diary. Just.. adding bits and pieces so randomly.
KRISTINA HAS ONE EMOTION AND EXPRESSION.
Fear.
"Kristina, what are you doing with your boyfriend?!"
"*FEAR*"

"Kristina, your dad is going to kill someone!!"
"*FEAR*"

"Kristina, you just got on the Honour Roll!!"
"*FEARFEARFEAR*"

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::I'M IN LABOUR, YOU IDIOT!!::

Stupid stupid STUPID Claudia taking Carly as a hostage..
ANYGAY, I have a new reader! Apparently. So he said. Let's see.
NOPE.
Bahahaha. This is getting pretty funny at this point.
And so is General Hospital! Carly is going to palm the baby. Just as Dane Cook set it in the stars.
*shivers uncontrollably*
I should be doing some homework, but I'm afraid of my grades.
HAHAHA. Stupid Claudia. This is getting ridiculous.
"She has a hostage, a very pregnant hostage."
Ah, the word "pregnant". I love using it. To describe pauses, that is.
"So.."
".."
"..That was pregnant."
Gah! I need to make the surprise. Now. And get my "costume" ready. And, er.. Yeah. *facepalm*
What a nice way to show love: Shoot her.

Love and other indoor sprts (like sniping),
Blue Disastrous

::Look Down::

You see, this is what happens when you have a crappy day and try to blog about it by phone.
Sigh. I just got home with my Flex and Lyrica. My best friends.
I wrote another half a page (handwritten only, blah) when I was eating lunch.
We went to the bank, then to La Pinata (with a tilde over the n, duh), then to Mum's insurance place, Sears, JC Penny's, I went to Hot Topic while Mum and Grandma went to Macy's and got basically ignored by Heather, then I went to meet up with them.
As we left, I lingered at the iPod vending machine because I noticed they had the particular iPod dock I have on my Christmas list, and Grandma goes, "You want something from there, Brittany?" I laughed while Mum told her what was in the machine. "Oh," said Grandma, "I thought they were some new drink or something."
Gotta love grandmas.
Well, it's one thing after another with me today.
But I'm getting better now and I'm about to take a Flex.
To writing, General Hospital, and making something for Kai and I for our movie fest tomorrow.
Gahhh.
Toodles.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

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::Just a Quick Update Before Bed::

My first chapter:
4488 words.
20 pages.
Setup and foreshadowing and clues and hints galore.
Weird teachers.
Weird students.
Freak rainstorm.

AAAND zombies to come.
Gotta love it.

Goodnight!

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Intrawebz!::

I'm back!
Miss me?! Hardly. Of course.
So tonight was fairly productive. I added 3087 words to my zombie novel (so far--not done for tonight; I should be at 3334 at LEAST by the end of tonight) so I'm rather proud of myself. Let's hope I can keep this up for my own NaNo (which would actually be NoWriMo if I wanted to be correct--Novel Writing Month, duh) as well as the official NaNo, which I will be writing Metempsychosis for. Two novels in (a little over) one month? It can be done--I hope.
I'm finding it hard to come up with words. I'm sure it'll get better with practice.
Oi! I went to see the Scary Doctor Peoples today. I got prescribed Lyrica. And more PT. So maybe I actually won't become fully disabled in the next few years. That'll be good.
Randomness:
"I smell like.. a kitten."
"No, you smell like a goat."
"*sniffs hair* Oh, yeah, you're right."
"Oy vey, I had a kid."
Sigh. Crazy people.
I should get back to writing.
You know, I'd always wondered how writers were smart enough to know how to tie in all the cryptic clues a good mystery (or complicated-plot) novel has, but then today, as I wove in some of my own cryptic clue threads, it hit me: It's easy because we know what's going to happen. So we can give little tiny clues and then twist them a bit, then totally put them through the wringer to end up with neat little secret hints thrown into the beginning and middle. Foreshadowing, too.
Back to the zombification of my small college town!

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Phone Blog::

Well, reader(s), my internet is temporarily down, so it'll be just little phone messages for a bit. LOIS, Blue Disastrous

::So!::

Three applications out.
Monterey Bay
Sacramento
San Francisco
So hopefully someone will take me. I'm pretty sure the first two will. Not sure about Frisco. But that's okay, because Monterey is where my heart is.

I wrote 850 words earlier. Then got distracted. I shouldn't have, I know. But buu! Meany. It's all Pandemic 2's fault. I swear.
INFECTIOUS KYLE DISEASE STRIKES AGAIN!!
..Stupid Madagascar.

Love and other indoor sports (like infecting the world),
Blue Disastrous

::I'm a Liar!::

I never did write--much. Instead, I've been creating some wearbles from.. YARN. Hah.
Anyway.
I was going to post some huge, melodramatic thing saying how everyone finds other things more important than me, but whatever because one, it's been that way a while, two, it'd make me seem even more childish, and three.. Well, I've not exactly been there for everyone else for a while, what with sleeping all day.
So I guess I can't complain, really.
Back to scarf.
Later.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Naptime::

..turned into 20 years of sleep. Yeah. Sorry about that (though I'm sure no one missed me, really, at least not here).
So today, I think, I'm going to start writing a novel. I'm going to go to oneword.com, pick up the word of the day.. and write. A novel. Not just in oneword.com's little box and time limit, oh no. I'm going to base a NOVEL off of ONE WORD.
Have I said it enough times yet? Hah!
Wow, Dutchess is afraid of.. a box. She is usually just afraid of living things, but now apparently a box is living too, so she's afraid of it as well.
Okay! Let's see what the word of today is..
Microphone? o_O
Okay.. I can't use that! Let's try another site, like dictionary.com's Word of the Day.
Conflate.
That could work. Okay then, off I go!

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Phone Blog::

Nap time! LOIS, Blue Disastrous

::Death by Snickers::

"Want Snickers?"
"Yase!"
"*tosses and hits her daughter in the elbow*"
"OW! MUM! Death by Snickers!"
"I'm so sorry!"
"You know what this means.."
"You're going to blog about it, aren't you?"

Mum and I, ladies and gentlemen. Another of our crazy conversations--er, shouting:

Who Wants to Be a Millionaire: "Which of these authors wrote the series titled 'Handcuff Secrets?' Was it--"
Mum and I: "REYES!"

We'd have won the million, I tell you!
So, I've discovered I sometimes mouth sentences after speaking them or thoughts, which is a bit.. unfortunate. Hopefully no one other than Mum can read lips. And even then..

Another quote without context:
"Oh hai, Dick Clark."

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Helpness?::

If anyone can think of a lovely idea to help me along with my zombie apocalypse novel, now would be the time to step up. Please? I'm too impatient, and I want to start writing as soon as possible. So thanks. :3

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Blue, the POD Person::

Yes! I am going to self-publish. I know that there's a way less chance of being published by a Big Five publisher (or any traditional publish house), but hey, if I can even sell one copy, make one person happy, then that is perfectly fine. Moreso than that, really, because then I'll have done my job as an author.
Now, I know I haven't even written my book yet. Hush. That is coming now.
Yes.
I will start writing it.. now.
Later.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Ugh::

Life is dreadfully unfair. For many reasons. But my story now is only to say I've been sick for over a week with something that Mum is convinced is the flu. The normal flu, the one that has actually been proven to kill more people per *enter number of daysmonthsyears*. I've missed so much on-site school that I'm going to have to work my ass off to just get back to where I was.
Anyway.
I vividly remember something that was said that was distinctly funny, but now I can't remember. That's what happens when you sleep through literally two days.
Why are people--characters--on soap operas so naïve? Like Amanda on All My Children, who is literally about to be able to use that phrase, as she believes David will miraculously let her go to her husband if she has ANOTHER one of his demon spawn. And Kristina--ugh! She! Is! So! Stupid! I swear, I could kill her happily (in my perfect soap opera world where I love in my head) and move on with my life on the next beat. She not only stays with her physically, emotionally, mentally, and sexually abusive boyfriend (who is also so controlling and stalker-ish that it's just psycho), who she is convinced just loves her, but she also thinks that if Michael tells his dad that Claudia ordered the hit on him that took a year from Michael's life, their dad will call the police like a good man. Um, yeah, a mob boss who is over-protective of his children? He's not going to call the police. He's going to personally kill his new wife without another thought. Even if she was innocent. Which she's not.
So there was my little rant of the day.
What else? *thinks* Well, Grandma is hoarding all the Halloween candy for the trick-or-treaters, so Mum had to go get two bags of Snickers to make up for our lack of candy. Also, our fridge/freezer died. So now we have no food (except soup and whatnot).
The Harry Potter soundtracks, for all the movies (except the sixth, I don't have that one), are really dramatic. Like you expect every second, something bad is going to happen. It's really intense. I feel on-edge.
Speaking of Harry Potter, I'm on page 572 of the Goblet of Fire (again). And listening to the soundtrack with it makes me want to go back in time to see it in Imax again, when we were in the front row and the theater was FREEZING and it was like we were right in the movie. It was amazing. I can't wait for the seventh book movies. I'm going to dress for them. Hufflepuff all the way! The real question, though, is whether to stick to the real costume (er, from the movies), or to interpret it and make a gothic lolita version. It would be cute, and I'd be more likely to wear it than the real costume (er, parts of it), but it might just look too costume-y.
Ahaha! Introducing Colin! Tis funny. Whenever I think of Colin, I think of a small nine-year-old boy, though even when we first meet him, he is eleven--and always, of course, a year younger than Harry. Which is really hard to believe, since Rowling really makes it sound like he's eternally a nine-year-old.
*facepalm* Oh geez. Dueling Club. Remember Lockhart and Snape dueling? Yeah! It was great. Though the snake that came from it (well, Draco fighting a bit later with Harry) "attacked" a Hufflepuff. I'm really taking notice of what happens to all my Huffies in the books now. And frankly, there aren't enough of them. Though there are a LOT that are Sorted into Hufflepuff every book (well, every book that has Sorting in it).
What's up with everyone thinking Hufflepuff is the wimpy house, anyway? Sure, some of the students in it are wimpy, but they shouldn't tarnish the whole House's reputation. And really, other than that, the only other mention is when Harry meets Draco (not Sally--hah!) in Madame Malkin's and Draco says something like he'd die if he were Sorted into Hufflepuff. And come on, it's Draco--who, in the book, is very sexy, and in the movie becomes somewhat unattractive more and more--can we really trust what he says? No, we can't. Or we shouldn't.
Plus, we have Tonks! Or, we had Tonks.
Sigh. I'm still thinking a lot about which novel I should write for NaNoWriMo. I'm still heavily leaning on Metempsychosis, which is the novel I have in my NaNo profile, but my other ideas are just.. I really wish I could write five novels in one month and not go completely insane. Maybe if I somehow write the first in a week, I can go to the second. Then the second in that week, the third. Then finishing the third in that week, the fourth.. and the fifth squeezed into the last--oh, two days.
Yeah, that's what I'll do.
My order, then:
-Metempsychosis
-Untitled zombie apocalypse novel
-Murder City
-Someone is Awake
-Untitled novel about parallel universes
And then in April will come Tunnels--first the writing, and then the actual filming--for Script Frenzy.
Oh my. Scary-sounding drama.. must be--I was right. The Spiders. From Chamber of Secrets, which, if you couldn't already tell, I've been listening to the whole time.
Anyway, NaNo. Yeah. I need some more characters, and a bit stronger plot for novels 1, 2, and 5. The others each had a short but dedicated period of time of obsession, so those are completely thought-out, though somehow the others have more importance to write first.
I'm kind of excited for Screnzy, though, since I'll actually film Tunnels--though it kind of freaks me out to see that come to life. I still have a scar from the dream it came from, so.. Amped-up scary horror dream on film? And I'm probably going to be playing myself--come on, low-budget film? Yeah. I can't afford to pay good actors who will act like I want them to. The other, like, two characters (not including the mutilated corpses) can be played by friends/my love, since they'll listen to me.. hopefully.
Afterall, Kai hasn't texted me once in writing this. Which has been half an hour. Which was after another half an hour of not hearing from him. So, kinda sad. But he's busy. As always. Oh well.
Not to dwell.
Oh, goody, a plane is kind of crashing on TV. Which is one of my greatest fears, along with elevators and being slowly murdered and Kai dying.
Enough of that--I must bother my teacher for the work I've missed.
And I smell Dublin Iceland's ice. For some reason. Which makes me really, really miss skating.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Newlyweds::

You know, the gameshow! Well, apparently Kai and I would win. We know each other like.. like we know Manson. Yeah.
Anyway. Quote/conversation sorta without context:
Mum: Well, she'd be happy, but he can't live on that forever.
Me: MUM!!

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::And Three Hours Later..::

I am back! And the first unit out of six is DONE. If I keep this up, I'll finish the whole course by the end of the week. Next is Econ, yeh? Oh well. Shh.
Oh my dog, my nails are so long.. Bleck. I hate it. They look all icky and I am trying so hard not to bite them. But why not? *shudder* Nevermind.
All the talk of government makes me want to write a novel about a dystopia that has the cover of being way way way too happy and perfect. It could work, right?
Ooh, I'm going to go get some Hello Pandas! And a Coke. Then to Econ, I suppose.
Why is it so hot in here?

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Early Morning Once Again::

Just settled into bed with my laptop. My tummy is kinda bugging me, unfortunately--shouldn't have had ice cream. I swear I'm a touch lactose intolerant.
Faiting Spells! By AFI. Tis what's playing now--wait. Song just changed. It's now Straight to Video by MSI--or, rather, a remix. The Nonplus Mix. Remix. Umm, okay? Your beauty's fading! It's f-f-fading!
*shiver twitch*
What interesting happened today? Not much, really. I ended up going to bed at, er, 3:something. On the couch. I woke up to find Mum and Grandma watching Singing in the Rain--well, I'm not sure that was it. It wasn't the real one, but it was about a guy and a girl singing for the movie, except the girl who was supposedly singing wasn't the real singer, and there was a girl in the background so it would look like the first girl WAS the real singer, and at the end BackingSingerGirl and MainSingerGuy fell in love. I was only awake for the last ten minutes or so, so I'm not sure. Plus, it was on DVD. I don't really know why that was relevant, but apparently it was.

Me: Mum, I look like a man.
Mum: You do not! Just pull back your hair--yeah, like that--now see? Less of a man?
Me: ! I thought you said I didn't look like a man!

And this is why I'm still wearing a kitty-ears headband, to pull back my hair to look less like a man. Maybe I should try scowling less, because it just makes me look unnecessarily mean. Though apparently no matter what I look like, Kai still thinks I'm sexy.
But he IS a weirdo. So, really, I don't know WHAT he's thinking.
Into the Fire by Marilyn Manson now. Stupid stomach, SHUT UP.
Okay then, off to Government, which I'm just starting tonight, since I'm a loser who has been putting it off, along with Economics and Chemistry. But they really need to be done. At least--let me check to see when I need to send in the in-progress transcript to my college (Go CSU Monterey Bay Otters!).
So, by 1 February, I need to be at least halfway into all of my remaining classes. Buu. Better get working then, eh?
Enough school talk. Boring as plain pie crust.
OH. One last thing. A quote without context (a concept inspired by Love Always, Clara):

"Goodness, I'm just blowing an artic windstorm, aren't I?"

Okay then! Time to start learning. Wish me luck.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Already!::

I'm posting like mad and I don't even have any followers. But it is making me feeling better. You know. Writing randomness.
So, anyway, I'm working on English now. And probably annoying the heck out of my teacher, who is cool, but still. I went off into a tangent about how sad it is that I know exactly what is happening on One Life to Live this week.. and every week for the past six months (and before that, every other week for the past, I dunno, ten years?).
It's really sad. Sigh. So, back to work.
I realise I say "so" a LOT. So. Sorry. Tis just a part of me, I suppose.

Edit:
So, here is my English "paragraph outline", on a topic sentence that I wrote from expanding on the general topic "Clothing":

Paragraph Outline:
Topic sentence: There are a few important things to remember when dressing for a metal concert.
I. First, do not dress to impress anyone.
A. The more chains and leather a person wears, the more he or she blends in with the crowd.
i. ..therefore getting lost..
ii. ..and defeating the purpose trying to look unique and impressive.
B. No one is going to care what anyone else looks like anyway.
i. Everyone is there for the music.
ii. The real metalheads will laugh at anyone trying too hard.
II. Remember which band is playing--and who the enemies are.
A. A person does NOT want to anger the fans.
i. A person wearing a Jonas Brothers shirt at Mayhem Festival is likely to get jumped by several hardcore fans.
ii. A person wearing a "*headlining band" SUCKS!" shirt is also likely to get beaten into a bloody pulp.
B. A person also does NOT want to anger the bands themselves, for the same reasons.
III. Whether wearing band merchandise or not, the most important thing is to dress comfortably--leave the fancy stuff at home.
A. Moshing in hardware such as many belts and metal neck hangings (such as chains, collars, and oversized handcuffs) is NOT fun, it DOES hurt, and it WILL make a person look extremely stupid--later, when they are bloody and brusied.
B. Concerts, especially tours with many bands playing one after another, usually go on for hours.
i. A person does not want to be standing for hours in uncomfortable shoes, a constricting shirt, and pants hanging off their bottoms.
ii. Also, it is unwise to wear something that is either nice (why wear it in the first place?) or has sentimental value, because drunken fans WILL spill beer on it, and zombie moshers WILL bleed on it.
Conclusion: Steer clear from anything you THINK will make people impressed, anything that will anger the crowds (or bands), and articles of clothing that will become more trouble than they are worth--at least for tonight, as tonight, we mosh.

Yeah, it's inconsistant in places (with the "a person", "he/she" and "they", and implied "you" commands). Hush.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Another History Question::

Perhaps the biggest hurdle to the success of Reconstruction was the failure of whites to accept the new position blacks had in this country. Why would they have so much difficulty in accepting them?

Whites not accepting their former slaves becoming citizens? Really? Shocker. You know, seeing as how their "masters", I guess they would be called, had always seen them as pieces of property who were theirs to own--years and years of experience with their own personal slaves. Though I do NOT own any slaves, I would imagine it a bit like dogs suddenly becoming citizens, and suddenly my dog Hashi leaving home and voting and all that. It would be really hard to imagine, and it might even make me mad--my companion, the one who practically OWES me love (since I feed her and house her and all this nice stuff) is leaving me suddenly AND she gets a role in society?! Preposterous! Though I am not saying black people are dogs or any other kind of animal than human, it would kind of be like that. Kind of.

You know, I REALLY need to stop being so chatty in my responses, since I'm going to be graded on this. But whatever. I mean, it breaks my heart to think Hashi would leave me!

Love and other indoor sports,

Blue Disastrous

::Entry One::

Aaand let's start with a rant? Okay, maybe not. I'm new to blogging, so sue me. But someone told me it's a good way of a sort of therapy, or whatever, yeh?
So I'm sitting here. Awake. Duh. Doing some schoolwork--might as well put SOME use into being sick--and then I come across a question.
"What do you think a typical white American thought of Europeans immigrating to America in the time when America was going through so many changes?"
This is the lesson involving freeing black slaves and such.
So I think, gee, lesson. You sure are overgeneralising. Really, that's all history lessons do, right? Only special horrific events are laid out in detail, and then everything else is glossed over and overgeneralised to the point of not being recognisable (er, to those people, I guess, but they can't read their own history, so being recognisable wouldn't be much of a problem.. sorta).
Don't get me wrong, we do learn, us high school students. Those of us who try, at any rate. But just what they want us to. Hm, I smell a conspiracy!
So, in my answer, I go on to rant and rant and rant about how there is no such thing as a "typical white American", or "typical American". And how I can't possibly know, because I wasn't there, and the history books (and, in my case, online lessons) didn't take a poll of what every single white American in that period of time thought of such a thing.
Then I kinda stuck in at the end how they may have thought it was unfair to give many of those pesky immigrants rights when they had only just come to America and the "typical whites" in question had been there for a few generations, and their relatives and not-so-distant ancestors had worked so hard to found the country. And fight in the Revolution. And the Civil War, though that isn't really the founding, but it does tie in with the whole other-races-getting-equal-rights thing. Majorly. And, you know, blood.
In case I do have any readers whatsoever, I'd like to point out that I'll usually be updating my blog late at night (er, early in the morning) like now, and I'm practically half asleep, listening to some weirdo metal. Like Marilyn Manson--and oi, he is metal, it says so right here on my Mayhem Festival shirt. Even though his name is nowhere on here. Shh. I won't tell if you won't.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous