Hey, you know how when you're drawing a picture, or writing a song, and then you (for some odd reason) switch to your left hand, or bass cleft, and do the same thing except differently? Writing on computers is exactly like that.
My
Very
Educated
Mother
Just
Served
Us
Nothing?
Yes, boys and girls, this is how we will remember the planets in our good old solar system from here on out, as Pluto has just been kicked out. Stupid, stupid, STUPID scientists! Our universe just got smaller by one very small rock, and quite frankly, I'm just a tad pissed off. It's Pluto! The odd man out-the only rocky planet past mars! Now the only thing that makes our solar system is earth; and nobody likes to be the only different one in a crowd! Now, more than ever, we need to find life in the solar system (mars *coughcough* venus *coughcough*) so we aren't the only thing that stands out in this messed up universe of ours.
the bad thing about vacations is that when you're sitting around doing absolutely nothing, your mind tends to shrink in upon itself and you tend to go insane at points. This usually happens for me right about now...when everybody else is asleep and i'm still awake with nothing 2 do.
Holy crap.
My little brother (9 years old) has figured out how to make two computers that aren't networked together (no exchange of data between the two machines) freeze up and have similar symptoms of being locked on a 640 x 480 resolution setting. And, when I ask him how he did it, he pulls a 9-year old move and goes off and cries. Does anyone know how to fix this?
well, on monday I woke up at 2 AM feeling really strange. Stop here if you don't want to hear any more about me being sick.
For those of you that stayed, here's the rest.
About 5 minutes later I went to the bathroom, keeled over, and threw up half-digested chunks of ravioli and meatballs. It got everywhere, it was one of the nastiest things to see. It smelled terrible, and was generally the worst thing I've ever thrown up.
For the next 5 hours, I would wake up, vomit up stomach fluid (by about 4 AM there was nothing IN my stomach to throw up), then fall back asleep. Thankfully I had a trash can.
I'll spare you all the details of what came out the OTHER end, but needless to say, it wasn't pleasant.
Yesterday I threw up a couple more times, and basically slept for most of the day. I recovered overnight, stayed home today, and now I'm better.
random question time:
What do people with really short hair try to accomplish by brushing it all the time?
If the sky is truly blue, then why is air clear?
If a tree falls in the forest, and someone's around to hear it, can it decide not to make a noise?
How the hell could the sun rise from the North?
Answer...if you can.
Allright. So last night, while waiting for The Office to come on, I embarked on possibly the most confusing thought ever. Faced with a dilemma in a story I'm writing where the sun rises from the north, I almost figured out how a planet would be able to have that happen. It involves moons pulling on various parts of the planet and spinning the planet in a perpendicular plane. This took a while to figure out, and it almost destroyed my brain. That's all.
so...its the soph hop. actually, it was the soph hop. it happened last saturday, and it was fun. Although I barely danced with my date, did not go to any afterparties, and lost all hearing, I still had a load of fun. ask me about it if you want.
IT'S OVER!!!!! 3 MONTHS OF WORKING IS FINALLY OVER!!!! I'LL TURN IT IN NOW!!!
Yesterday life was good, but today...it's slightly less than good. Bloody parents found out I have a D in Math, meaning that I found out I had a D in Math, so I have to do a lot of homeworks.
Ah, life is good. As far as I'm concerned, nothing matters now.
well compadres, for all of ye, wishing you happy new years.
no I'm not.
hmmm...I wonder if I can post for future events...If so, then this is a miracle.
merry christmas my friends, merry christmas.
and if you're jewish, happy chanaka (i butched the spelling, my deepest apologies), and if you're of african american descent and if you celebrate Kwanza, then, happy kwanza.
allright, that should get me out of a few years, right?
well...I haven't gotten any comments about the Clone idea...so...uh
well, I think its about time I found a woman. so i'm gonna go do that.
allright, yesterday it was Sharks, today, it's clones.
First, a backstory. for the last 4ish years, I've known a girl named Molly Shea. She had moved from Texas to Springfield when we were all in 6th grade. Her dad was in the military, as a dentist. Don't ask. Anyway, Molly was cool, a good friend to talk to, she was kind of quiet, blah blah blah, you get the picture.
3 months ago, Molly moved to North Carolina when her dad was reassigned to be a Dentist somewhere else. So Molly left, it was very sad (especially for my friend Mike, but that's not important), and we all went back to our regular lives.
Yesterday, at District Band Tryouts, I (and 3 others) saw a girl who looked like an older Molly. Same hair, same face, same everything. She even played the flute (something that Molly did). Coincidence? I think not...
Maybe I'm just paranoid (allright, I'm paranoid), but I believe that the Molly that I knew was a clone, placed here by the US Government for a purpose that only they can comprehend. Perhaps she was here to distract us from something (after all, 7th grade was when 9/11 happened...), but I don't know. If you have a reason for as to why the government would put a clone of a 13-16 year old girl in our midst, please, tell me. Until then, I go by my anonymous name, The Black Jellyfish.
This one's called an Ode To The Shark.
Allright. Sharks, as we all know, live in the ocean. Duh. They eat fish, dolphins, seals, other sharks, and the occasional swimmer. Not only are they not fish (that's right, they're not fish) but they have live young. They can smell blood up to a mile away, and can sense electronic pulses when they can't see.
Now, looking at My Shark, I am in awe. He is the ultimate predator, the Great Fucking White Shark. King of the Ocean, Master of all He surveys. Sharks are cool. I guess I like Sharks simply because they're the rulers of their own domains. I can sort of relate. Another reason I like sharks is that they're cold blooded killers. You gotta respect that, you know? Plus, nobody likes sharks. Nobody. I, however, am not nobody. That is all, for now.
well...I'm off to a friend's birthday party, wish me luck.
next week, it shall begin anew.....
Cajia Story...
In a time before anyone existed, there was a planet, simply known as The 'Scape. There were seven gods that ruled this planet, creating an eternal paradise that they could spend eternity in. But they were all betrayed by the Seventh, a being known as Fles, and, because of his betrayal, the wars started. From the turmoil rose two opposing factions, The Allied States of Cajia and The Axi, and fighting has occurred ever since. You, brave adventurer, find yourself in the middle of this war. Which side will you join? That is up to you.
NEXT WEEK-CAJIA RETURNS
so my 3 year old cousin is staying with us while my mom's at a U2 concert (that's what you get for turning 45...) and he's sitting in the living room playing with Brios at the moment. literally 2 secons ago, my brother calls something stupid, and my cousin yells at him! It was the funniest thing in the world-"Waki! Stupid's a bad word!"
ha ha, I'm such a loooooooser.
I don't need you standing over my shoulder watching me fail. I don't need your advice on succeeding, I just want to do things my way. I'll get around to it, don't worry. If you could trust me to do my own things, then I will do my own things. Let me be and everything will turn out for the best.