Thursday, December 31, 2009

Almosts, Roombas, and a New Year message for my readers.

Tunes: "La Vie Boheme B" - Rent, the original motion picture soundtrack
Mood: Interested

A lot of weird stuff has happened in the last . . . since whenever my last post was. Christmas happened, definately.

Speaking of christmas, my grandparents got one of those iRobot Roombas. (I kid you not, iRobot is the brand. No referance there.) At first, my grandparents were weary to set it up. And then, it wouldn't charge -- but grandpa fixed it. It was something with the battery holder. Then grandma got impatient when it was charging . . . and finally, the other day, they let it go about the house vaccuming.

Hilarity ensued. Apparently (I didn't get to see it, I slept in until like, two PM), they followed 'him' around. And reffered to 'him' as a 'him' and a 'he'.

. . . and all through this, my grandpa's giving a play-by-play.

Grandpa: Look at him go!
Grandpa: Oh, now he's under the bed -- he couldn't get there before!
Grandpa: Oh, he's stuck on the fan now!

That same day, my sister and I randomly got on to the subject of what our mom ALMOST named us.

She almost named my sister -- Stephanie -- 'Katie Ann.'

And she almost named me -- Mackenzie -- 'Hunter Jackson.'

OK, there's a bit of explanation behind mine. Throughout her entire pregnancy, my mom wanted me to be a boy. She was adamant about my being a boy until the moment I popped out -- literally. When Dr. Callen said 'Oh, she's got dark hair' whilst delivering me, my mom interjected with 'HE. NOT SHE!' And she wanted me to be a blonde-haired, blue eyed boy.

Uuuh, she didn't get any of it. When I was born, I had black hair, green eyes, and was -- and this one's the most obvious -- a girl.

But back to the 'almosts.'

Steph and I were wondering what we'd be like if mom had named us that (in stephanie's case) and if we'd come out exactly as mom wanted (in my case).

We decided on the following:

would . . .
- be president of the student council.
- be a perfect, princess blonde.
- not have . . . six? . . . six piercings.
- be girlfriend of the captain of the Hockey Team.

would . . .
- be the number one freshman hockey player.
- get average grades
- would call the kids in the plays 'gay.'
- be a blonde.
- be in one of those really annoying cliques of sport-players.
- be Hunter L's best friends -- we'd be in every class together and reffered to as 'the Hunters.'

And now, look at us.

is . . .
- a fan of Steven Colbert and John Stewart
- a haver of piercings. Six, if I'm right.
- fine with having had no experience with student council
- a veteran of hair dying.
- the ex-girlfriend of a couple of weirdos.

is . . .
- Horrible at every sport she comes into contact with.
- getting either B's or A's.
- one of those kids in the plays. And one of the better ones, too.
- in no annoying clique -- but she does sit with a select bunch of lovable weirdos at lunch.
- is -- no, wait -- Mackenzie Reed finds Hunter L really annoying -- and he tripped me in sixth grade. >.<

I'm kinda glad I'm not like that. It's just so . . . not me. (I find this humerous.)

Oh, and to all my loyal readers,

Happy New Year!!!!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

I feel a picdump coming on!!!

OK, now that that's over with . . .
KATIE: Random squirells eat nuts while flying to the bus stop.
KATIE: I've been told that Aphrodite is . . . rarely covered.
KATIE: We called him RNS. It stands for Retarded Neck Syndrome.
Oh, the last two pictures are for Bekkah and Katie, respectively.
Bekkah with her fish . . . -es . . . and katie with her adorable, wee little guinea pigs . . . who are pretty much retarded because of inbreeding. Except for Lilly. Lilly is my favorite.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

The note: Part 2 of 3

Hello! And welcome to the thrilling almost-conclusion of my 'The Note' saga. As you read in my last post, I recently received an interesting note. I'll have you keep in mind this all happened on Thursday -- not over the course of a few days.

So on thursday, I looked for #2 in the morning and a little later in the day. It wasn't there. My friends Bekkah and Tim offered to help. So when lunch rolled around, Bekkah came over to our (Tim and I's) table. Tim and I scarfed down our lunches, chatted with Mrs. D for a bit, and headed off to the library. We found it in the remaining copy of 'The Twelfth Night' by Shakespeare. Here's what it read:

Nice job, Mackenzie! I commend you. This next one's a bit tricker, but I know you can do it. Here goes:

Across from the room of the director of the plays
There on the wall hangs a glass case.
"Drama News" is across the top,
But think of a word that starts with "opp."
Over-under, left to right
If you get this, you'll sleep well tonight.


So we immediately ran up to the fourth floor across from Mr. Hirsch's room (He's the drama director) to the display case. This next note was taped under it:

Quick! There's a fire! What do you get?
The fourth floor extinguisher I bet.

P.S. Sorry it's so short. :)

There's an extinguisher across from the display case -- it's not on that one. Tim and Bekkah recall there are at least two on this floor. We go to the other one -- not there. Then I recall that I think there's one in the fourth floor math hallway. We run over there -- and this is taped to the back:

On 1st floor, the worst class in the world.
Every time I run, I want to hurl.
Small lockers in the middl, tall ones on the side.
Look to number 1
In me, you can confide.

P.S. The end doesn't really make sense, but I couldn'tt think of another word to rhyme. :)

We figured it was in the girl's locker room. Tim said it may be in the boy's locker room, which is why we need him. I told him that if it's not there, he can check the guy's locker room. We ran down the staircase, to the girl's locker room -- thankfully, it was their 5th hour class, so no one was in there -- and we ran to locker number one. Inside, was this:

A piece of paper with "Last Clue!" written on it!

Little birdy, in the tree,
Little birdy, flee, flee, flee,
To the wonderful library.
By the computer where people see
Which book they would like to read.


Then . . .

The bell rang. We were just about to go up to the library, too. I looked at Bekkah and Tim and said, "Screw it -- I'll take a late to Band. You guys go ahead, I'll report back to you." And then I headed to the library.

Where I found nothing. Frustrated, I went first to my locker, then to band, where Mrs. Parson seemed not to notice me entering late. She was busy talking about some seventh grader who was vandalising instruments (Ben filled me in on what happened). Next hour, I showed Alycia the notes because she wanted to know what was going on so far. That's when Mrs. Stevens said we would be in the library today. Alycia and I looked at eachother, a little weirded out. "That's convenient," Alycia said. "Yes. Very," I responded. In there, I finished my paper about "The Birds" and went exploring. Again, nothing. A little crestfallen, I got a drink of water and went to German class, where I filled Katie in on what happened once she got back from the Aladdin performance. Once class dismissed, I tore outta there and met Bekkah in the hallway outside of the German and Spanish rooms (She's taking spanish). We went to the library --

Where Bekkah immediately found something.

. . . it was a Badminton Birdie.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Note - Part One of ???

Tunes - Must Get Out -- Maroon 5
Mood - Interest piqued

Something weird happened today. Jesse handed me a note during lunch, saying, "I don't know who it was, they just said to give it to you."

Thinking it would be something stupid, I opened it with caution. I found nothing that I expected.

The letter reads as follows:

Congratulations! You've found the first clue! This piece of paper along will send you on a journey unlike anything you've ever experienced in your life. Don't try to guess who this is, Mackenzie (insert my last name here). You won't. I've observed your actions well. You are 14, love to participate in plays and lavish in reading and writing. You especially love to write "Fanfics," and Phantom of the Opera is your all-time favorite movie, I know one of your favorite rooms in the school, and it is where your journey begins.

In a room with computers lining a desk,
Books galore, and fine ladies at best.
You'll start towards the back, where nobody goes
In the nonficiton section with an author you know.
His name is Bill Shakespeare, and something happened on the twelfth night.
I trust you Mackenzie. You'll get it right.

~ O

P.S. If your feeling lost and don't have a clue, email (insert a gmail address here). I doubt you'll have to use it though. Good luck. :)

My interest was immediately piqued by this new adventure. So right before 7th hour, I went to the library for some help. I didn't find anything. So I went back after school and ended up checking out 'The Twelfth Night' by Shakespeare. I haven't found anything yet. I'm thinking of using the email they provided for a clue. I'll regularly update this, and I've decided to start chronicaling the process of this wild adventure.

Until next time,


Sunday, November 1, 2009

Hello Brooklyn, Hey L.A.

Tunes: "Hello Brooklyn" -- All Time Low, Nothing Personal
Mood: Enthralled

OK, I've decided sometime next summer (not this coming summer, next one) when I get my driver's license, I'm going to go on a spontaneous road trip. Hopefully after my birthday (around when I'll be getting my license fo' reals) so I'll have cash mounted up from my birthday money. For gas. I'll probably pack food and just go on a spontaneous road trip -- preferably with someone else so we don't have to stop driving except to gas up or stop for stuff -- just for the heck of it.

Since my birthday's earlier in the month of August (august 6th), I'll have the sixth until whenever school starts to fulfil my roadtrip . . . awesomeness. Assuming I get school supplies and stuff beforehand. Which I assume I will. I'll hopefully have a laptop by then so I'll be able to blog my way through my roadtrip. That'll be the awesomest thing this blog will see BY FAR.


Actually, this week, I have a selection of quotes from Katie's Halloween party last night.

*In response to Rudy falling off the cliff in Ice Age Three*

*Out on the bike trail (at like, 10:30-11:00 at night)*
DR. J (Katie's dad): Yeah, last night I was out here and I was scared. *Dons pseudo-creepy voice* It was a dark and stormy night. A shot was heard in the distance, a girl screamed *Taylor randomly, kind-of screamed*, and a pirate ship appeared on the horizon . . .
TAYLOR: This story is getting less and less believeable.
ME: *In gales of laughter*

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Cirque Du Freak and Mr. Cellophane

Tunes: Mr. Cellophane -- Chicago, sung by John C. Reilly
Mood: Pleasantly surprised

I was just reading and update on Darren Shan's blog -- -- and the post was about the Cirque Du Freak movie coming up, with John C. Reilly as Mr. Crepsley (awesomest vampire EVER.) when, all of a sudden, Mr. Cellophane came on, just as I was reading it. I found it oddly coincidential, and sat back to soak in the moment. It was pretty epic, actually.

JCR is OK, but Anthony Hopkins just cannot be beat! The guy won a best actor oscar for a movie where he was on the screen for sixteen minutes. Only sixteen minutes. That's good acting for sure!

The Cirque Du Freak movie is coming out on October 23rd. We're using as a S.A.D.D. movie, I think.

S.A.D.D. -- Students Against Drugs and Drinking, or Students Against Drinking and Driving or Students Against Destructive Desicions -- is a group at my school, which I am co-president of, along with my friend John. It's basically a drug-free program. We hold movies to help the local theater, and we do concessions at football games and stuff.

Our small town theater isn't doin'-a so well. I mean, with this economy, what do you expect? And it's even worse, being locally owned and everything. I mean, the multiplex in Hinkley is doing great, by the looks of it, but we're another story completely.

I'd write more, but I'm dead tired and have a book to read.


Friday, September 18, 2009

Through With You/ day of the (actually dead) dead

Tunes: Through With You - Maroon 5
Mood: Intrigued, Tired, Achey.

I'm trying to determine my career. I'd like to be either a Chef or a Mortician.

Pretty weird variaty, eh?

And no, I'm not Hannibal Lecter. And yes, I just realized how creepy this is after thinking about that.


" *Randomly throws pencil on table. Bounces* Lorry."
"What? Did you just say 'lorry'?"
"I said sorry."

Sorry, that was a bit random, but I forgot. And now that the school year is in full swing and I have five classes with Katie, we'll be sure to get alot of awesome quotes, people!

But back to my insane (future) career choices.

Let's look at the pros and cons.



You talk to almost no one.
You get medical experience.
The dead can't complain.
It's a chance to get involved in the police force -- helping out with homicides and such.
It's something you have to think about -- you have to carefully figure out the cause of death.
Weird hours for weird people!
You don't have to be social at all.
You have to be weird for this job.
You're an importan asset to society.
You'll always be in demand -- I mean, everyone dies.
Knowing about death to a point where it seems so natural, it's not scary.
Ability to deal well with grief.
You can dance around in the morgue and the dead won't tell.

Dealing with stiffs all day.(*rimshot*)
Rigor Mortis in males. (a.k.a. dealing with stiffies all day. *rimshot*)
Weird hours.
Probably being looked at weirdly, if people know your occupation.
Awkward conversations with people.
You have to be emotionally stable for the job.

Hmmm. Well, the pros outweigh the cons, but that last one may have me out of the running. Let's see about chef.



Working with food.
It's an artsy job.
Baking is fun.
It's a theraputic activity.
You always have to taste test!
You don't have to be emotionally stable.
You can dance around in the kitchen and the food won't tell.
Food Network.
Regular hours.
Requires skill and focus.
Playing with a color palate to get frosting and fondant colors right.
Making a rainbow-colored cake.
Bringing smiles to peoples faces with wonderful baked goodies and foods.
Awesome chef's coat thingy.


Oh, the complaints!
Finding job
It's probably not going to be in that high of demand.
Difficulty of being accepted into a culinary arts school.
Establishing a resteraunt.
Getting the methods right.

Hmm. The pros also outweigh the cons. Well, I have six+ years to decide!

Monday, August 31, 2009

One Night in Bangkok

Tunes: One Night in Bankok - CHESS the musical
Mood: Pleasantly surprised/Excited

Today, I was on wikipedia looking for reading recomendations, and I was on the Stephen King Bibliography page, and one of the first things that popped out at me was the description of his novel 'Rage.' I got a little excited, but then I saw a little note that said, 'Out of Print.' So, a little bummed, I kept scrolling down. I then saw a familiar title, 'The Bachman Books.' I remembered seeing a hardcover of that in my mom's car trunk! I laughed at the thought, and it turned out to be a collection of short stories: The Running Man, The Long Walk, Road Work, and . . . . 'Rage.' I clicked on the link to the book's article.

Turns out this book's been out of print for over ten years in the USA. It went out of print in 1997, because of the contents of 'Rage', and something about a school shooting (I don't mean to sound ignorant, I just don't want to go into details. I'll link to the articles at the end of the post).

So, what are the odds that I stumble upon something I want to read, it's out of print, and it turns out a not-easy-at-all-to-find editon of it is in the back of my mom's freakin' car?

How often does this happen? Honestly? That's like finding a first edition copy of Susan Kay's 'Phantom' at my local thrift store, in good condition (which I'm still hoping will happen).

So, with a little mental math, the book in the back of my mom's car is older than both my little step siblings.

And possibly me. The first edition came out in . . . 1985, I think.

Let me restate this in a new way:


***Once again, I'd like to remind all y'all that banned book week is closing in on us. Look forward to awesomeness during that week.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009


OK -- I just got stressed out (i.e. angry in the blood) while reading anti-twilight stuff (I'm opposed to Twilight -- and the things these people said got me rallied up for a protest) so I decided to make some tea. I make amazing tea -- I use tea bags, just for referance. But, here's my recipe for good time, anti-stress tea.

Mackenzie's Anti-Stress Tea

Things you need:

1 mint tea bag of your choice
1 honey bear (optional)
Enough water to fill your cup/mug up 4/5 or about an inch from the top
Chocolate Syrup

Boil your water. Use a kettle, use a pot, use a microwave, whatever.
Pour water into mug/cup -- 'til there's water an inch from the top
Use mint tea bag on water -- how strong you like it is up to you.
Add as much milk as you usually do -- same with the sugar.
Pour about three tablespoons of Chocolate syrup into tea -- actually, just do it to your own taste specifications.
Add about a teaspoon of honey, if you do that. This is actually my first time using honey on tea -- it's kinda . . . eh. It adds an extra bite of sweetness that I like to get from coffee and hot chocolate -- so, it's good. This is personally the way I like my tea. If you'd like to subsitute cinnamon for chocolate, go for it. If you wanna use molasses instead of honey, go for it! You're in control!

*** I'd, once again, like to remind readers that Banned Book week is coming up -- September 26 to October 3. There'll be a lot of goodies that week -- so stop by and see what's cooking!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Just the Facts

I was watching Nancy Grace the other day at like, 3:00 AM and I figured out that Nancy needs to get her facts straight. Her comment was something along the lines of:

". . .second hand smoke increasing the chance of SIDS . . ."

This was not a news story -- just a comment about SIDS that was redirected from a comment about smoking. I'm not sure if this was live, or anything -- I don't know what time zone it was in, so I have no clue if the idea was even logical or not -- but this is wrong.

First off, SIDS (standing for 'Sudden Infant Death Syndrome') is a diagnosis that doctors give you when there's no cosmetic reason why your baby's dead. But, if they perform an autopsy, the majority of the time, it's deemed to be suffocation.

Suffocation. Second hand smoke doesn't cause you to stop breathing -- at least, it didn't do that the last time I checked. Suffocation is caused by pillows over faces, duct tape over mouth and nasal cavities, and stuff like that -- second hand smoke may eventually make you stop breathing, but not within a few weeks or anything. When things like this are mentioned by "legit" news sources -- it just makes me cringe, honestly. Because so many stupid people only go off the information they get from "The O'Reilly Factor" or "Nancy Grace" and other shows like that. In fact, these TV shows should have a warning screen showed before they air -- "WARNING! STATEMENTS THAT ARE IMPROMPU MAY BE TOTAL BULL. CHECK A RELIABLE RESOURCE BEFORE ASSUMING THAT THIS IS ALL FACT." Which, it probably isn't -- all fact, that is. In fact, this post probably isn't all fact. I doubt it, actually. I might have gotten something wrong.

In fact, most of this is opinion -- the entire blog, that is. This post is mostly fact with my opinion on crappy news programs mixed into it.

*** I'd like to remind readers that Banned Book week is September 26th to October 3rd. I'll have something fun posted every day of that week for you guys. (i.e. Banned book week cookies and lots of lists and book recommendations.)

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Humpty Dumpty and FAILDump

(You may notice some changes in the site -- I like to keep everything fun, at all times, so I'll tend to change the layout and crap randomly.)

Welcome, one and all! I know, I haven't updated since June, but I've been busy. [Summerschool, Vacation Bible School volunteering, the chitlins (my little step-siblings), et cetera.] So, here's some FAIL and hilarity for you -- along with a few other pictures. (My favorite one's the last one.)

Speaking of the Chitlins . . . .

I really don't like my little step-sibs. I have never -- ever had to explain my vocabulary on a daily basis. EVER. But they're Eight and Six years old, and having an older step-sister with the vocabulary of a Forty-two year old is kind of a downside. But, also, having Eight and Six year old step siblings that can't read really, really agitates me. I'm serious -- I was half of Megan's (my Eight-year-old step-brat) age and twice her IQ when I could read! Dylan (Six year old step-brat) can't read at all, as apposed to Megan, who can read a bit. When I was dylan's age, I was reading fourth-grade stuff!

*Sigh* Schools these days are going to the dogs -- especially because parents think that schools will teach kids everything. I mean, I learned to read at home. Same thing with most of my spelling. I couldn't tie my shoes until I was dylans age, though. (Don't judge! My mom did it weird! I still tie my shoes the bunny-ears way, and I'm completely fine with that!)

Speaking of ("When I was dylan's age, I was reading fourth-grade stuff!"). . . I remember that I was an avid lover of R.L. Stine when I was dylan's age. I thought about that a few weeks back, and I remembered that I had a 'Ghosts Of Fear Street' book in my closet. I took it out, and I read it in less than an hour. (It was 'How To Be A Vampire,' if you're wondering.) I brought back a lot of lame, six-year-old me memories. One that I remember reading the most was 'Say Cheese and Die!' in the Goosebumps series.

. . . Ah, memories. I kinda miss being six or seven. But now, I've grown up in leaps and bounds and have graduated into my current state of mind.


Katie's Quote of the . . . period of time!!! (Ha! You probably thought I'd forgotten!)

[Sung in rap form]

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
-- and all the kings horses
and all the kings men said
What? Ain't that funkay now!


Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pale of wa-ter
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
said What? Ain't that funkay now!


There was an old woman, who lived in a shoe
She had so many children, didn't know what to do
She gave them some broth, without any bread,
Said What? Aint that funkay now!

[you can actually do this with most mother-goose rhymes.]

Ok, that was like, amazingly fun!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

. . . yeah, appologies.

I am SO SORRY that I haven't posted in like, forever!

Katie's Quote Of The Week!


I appologise for the inconsistency of my blog lately. I've been prepping for my Guthrie Trip tomarrow. Yay hooray for Theatre!!

. . . I'll have to take and post Pictures of Mr. ANGRYFACE and ms. flurty. I got bored of looking at the stupid plastic cylinder that blank CD's come in -- so I drew faces on it.

That was random. Oh well.


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I will probably not post tomarrow -- being totally booked from 7:00 AM to about 10:00 PM. I'll have some fresh material on . . . Friday though.
I hope.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Sorry to be tardy to the party . . .

but I've been busy as heck -- I've got to set up summerschool and all that stuff.

Katie's (Late) Quote Of The Week:


and . . .

"YOU'RE . . . TOO . . . LITTLE . . . !

Tomorrow, I PROMISE two fresh quotes from Katie herself.

I got brownie points from the play choreographer for my Anne Frank cake -- she had some because she's like, my english teacher's best friend. Don't ask. But, I got major -- MAJOR brownie points.

Speaking of Deb the Choreographer . . .

I was at my sister's boyfriends little dinner-theater performance in my town, and during intermission, Deb came up to me, and a little conversation ensued:

DEB: Y'know one thing that became apparent when I was watching your Anne Frank performance?

ME: And what was that?

DEB: YOU are a Drama kid!*** Most of the other kids, after they did their part, they just kinda stared off into space -- while YOU where acting from *snaps* beginning to end *snaps*. But yea -- YOU are a Drama kid! Just thought you'd like to know that!

ME: *Smiles profusely*

*** OK, just so you know, being an *Official* Drama kid is the highest degree of compliment I've gotten since Katie's older brother -- IT'S SAM! -- said I was good. He's like, the best actor in our school -- that was one awesome moment there, but having the Choreographer, who works with both the senior - and junior- high directors, and has seen me act a good few times . . . that's a freaking AMAZING compliment -- yay me!

. . . I was going to have a celebratory picdump . . . but the stupid thing is NOT working again . . . Grrr.

Oh, and this is for Bekkah ---


Sunday, May 24, 2009

News News News! (& Karma)

I'm sad to report that tomorrow is Memorial day -- henceforth, no school -- henceforth, no Katie Quote until TUESDAY! *Wipes tear from face* I know, sad, sad, sad! BUT -- I will give you two quotes instead of one. So, be happy for tuesday!

Oh, yes, and to all of you who read the first post about Fred -- my dictionary, I'd like to post a picture of him for you all:

. . . my computer is being a jerk, so I'll try to get a picture later.

So, there is Fred -- who contributed to with the wonderful name . . . meltdown logic. A round of applause for Fred, everyone! *clapclapclapclap*

On to bigger and better things . . .

Like tuesday, and tommorow. Tommorow, I have to make a cake for the scene in Anne Frank that my english class is doing [Act II scene I, I'm Mrs. Frank.]. I'm thinking chocolate cake w/ vanilla frosting, so I can add a bit of food coloring and write 'Peace in 1944' on the top in colored frosting, with white frosting as a base. I'll post pictures tomorrow.

Tuesday -- Anne Frank, as I said. Hopefully, Mrs. Frank will not have to smack a ho -- I'm stuck with two idiots who can't act and are complaining about their parts -- while one of them has the male lead. My english teacher says that she may be doubting his acting abilities, and may be switching him over to narrator. Hehehe -- Karma at it's best.

Speaking of Karma, my sister and I saw that the Brownie batter blizzard is back -- so we went to get ice cream. She wanted a crunch cone -- she loves her crunch cones. This is a good time to mention that she always eats a big bite of my blizzard every time I order one because she gets her hands on it first.

Back to this, though. She goes to order. Mine's good to go - I got the BBB, and it turns out, they don't have any crunch -- and there won't be any until tomorrow. What now?! She takes a big bite of my blizzard -- but then she hands me her chocolate soft serve cone, which I take a bite of myself.

Karma finally taught my sister a lesson!

That's all for today . . .

Oh, yeah . . .

On thursday, my grade is due to go to this pseudo-water park.

And I hate how my stomach looks with my swimsuit.

Legs? No prob.

Boobs? Totally fine.

. . . tummy?

No. I just can't deal with how my stomach looks. I mean, I know that I'm on the heavy side . . . but . . . yeah. I mean, what self-respecting teen has strech marks? Ew. Well, there's me, and I suppose a few other weirdies.

Fortunatley, I am one of the few people with body issues that knows that:

A) Cutting does not make you lose weight,
B) Anorexia is not going to get me anywhere
C) Neither will Bulimia.

That's kind of a plus side . . .

In some perverse way, I suppose it's a plus.

Kind of.

Besides, I have PostSecret to help me.

Yay hooray for Frank and PostSecret.

For anyone out there with problems . . .

it really, really helps.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Random things

OK first off . . . todays quote, there, on the right -- is by a guy named Francis BACON. How amazing is that? Seriously? Bacon rules, yo.
Katies Quote Of The Week!
"I think Hell . . . Is East. *Points to her right*"

OK, that's done with.

NEWS FLASH! I am now rescheduled to go to Phantom on THURSDAY. The upside to this?

1) I got to go to the Fall Out Boy Concert last night,
2) I get better seats
3) I get to come to school on a FRIDAY with a PHANTOM HIGH.
4) I'll get to . . .
5) I forgot number four.
6) And five and six.
7) And seven.
8) Oh well.

Also, early picdump -- because I dont think I'll be posting on wednesday. So . . . early picdump! Yay!
I think that may conclude my post.

Thursday, May 14, 2009


Hey there -- new post here, though it's nothing special. Phantom in three days -- technically, I'm counting today. Not counting today, which I normally do, it's two. So . . . yeah, two days not counting today. Wonderful thing, theater . . .

So -- I'm currently at this cool little hangout, warehouse 214, in my town. Nice place, kinda cool. Reminiscent of Block 22 in Blue Bloods, kinda -- but not really. Going out for Pizza with some friends after this, at four-thirty.

Mrs. D -- my favorite former teacher, gave me an amazing copy of Dracula, Frankenstein, along with Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde -- great books, all of them, and are sure to keep me up at night.

Gotta go --

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

A New feature?

OK, I'm very excited about going to Phantom in three days -- so I'm declaring wednesdays PicDump Wednesday! So I've got fifteen images to show you -- NOTE: None of these are mine -- I stumbled most of these, so don't sue me, sue the internet for being so amazing sometimes.

And here is your picdump!

I hope you enjoy this new feature -- I think I do! I also hope to continue this blog through the next few years -- maybe even through High school. And I hope I gather a handful of faithful readers to see me through these years -- thank you to all my readers!

Monday, May 11, 2009

News and maybe another rant . . . ?

First off, a site that I left off of my original first post list:

It's a nice site about cool human oddities -- such as Grady Stiles Jr. The Murdereous lobster man! A good read if you're bored or need something to occupy you. I stumbled it a while back and totally loved it!

OK, so I've decided to add a new feature to my blog:

Katie's quote of the week!

It'll be a weekly quote by my friend Katie -- she's immensely cool . . . like Giraffe cool. (And giraffes are like, cool.)

Ok, so here is is:

Katies quote of the week is . . .

"I love raisins -- they're wrinkley and remind me of old people!"

So, there is our Katie-ism for the week! I suppose I could rant . . . for a bit. I suppose I could do a 'Grinds My Gears' rant, about things that just grind my gears. So let's start with clingy people.

OK, so I know this guy -- known him since third grade -- and he's just so freaking clingy. He thinks I'm his best friend -- news flash, but, no offense, you're not. Ok, this guy is not to be confused with John. John is fantastical. This guy loses at life. (more on the losing/winning of life scale later, though.) He's just so . . . gaaaahhh. I want to carve him into the mashed potatoes I'm eating (Three or four cheese -- betty crocker. It's instant.) and then stab it. The potatoes. Because, of course, I still want to eat them. (Who would put amazing food like that to waste? Seriously?)

Also, you know what really grinds my gears? Crappy food. Like freezer-burnt TV dinners -- ew. I prefer stuff like Fish Fillets, wontons, general tso's chicken, pasta, anything with Garlic in it (except freezer-burnt TV dinners!), and my aunt's amazing pork and carrot and stuff eggrolls. Yum-O (I hope that's not copyright infringement . . .). Oh, and pudding. Yes. I love my pudding. (Yum -- now I'm craving pudding! To the refrigerator!) Freezer pizza is OK too, as long as you put some extra cheese and onions on it. (I know, I'm a freak.)

OK, I promised you information on the winning and losing of life scale. It goes on a rating of Epic win, to Epic flail, to Epic FAIL.

Epic Win:
Bekkah, etc.

Epic Flail:
Billy Mayes
the Daleks from Dr. Who

Epic FAIL:
Aformentioned guy
Other stupid guy that I know
The guy that punched me in the face
Above guy's hick friend.

So, everythings doubleplusgood, right?


Another thing that grinds my gears is people that think they're awesomely amazing -- you know, those people who's heads are so far up their butts that they're having adventures in Narnia? Yeah, those people. You know who you are.

I think.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

The other first post

Since the first post was so boring, I've decided to make a FIRST POST VERSION 2.0! So, this post is going to be a rant. What's it about? A lot of things! From banned books to H1-N1, here comes my rant.

OK, so I don't get why some books are banned in some places (like kansas) and not in other places, like minnesota. And what makes them banned? I mean, Nineteen Eighty-four's been banned in who knows how many states? It's a good book too. Kinda like Maximum Ride, but more on that later. I think some books are banned -- and sometimes burned -- because some idiots think it will influence people like me in the wrong ways. How do you influence someone in the wrong way? Influence is influence, one way or the other. I mean, my sixth grade teacher influenced everyone badly, but no one says anything about it but me. My seventh grade study skill teacher influenced me in like, the best possible ways, and everyone speaks well of her. In real life, no one cares to bring up bad influence, but with books, it's like . . . like in "The Chocolate War" There are some . . . explicit scenes . . . in it. Well, someone sees that, or sees that "The Catcher In The Rye" swears every ten words, and they're all like,


When in fact it's a really good book that could help your kid figure out their life. For example: My sister does not want me to read "Lord Of The Flies" (This is banned in some places -- not where I live. It seems our curiculum is made up of mostly banned books, such as "Brave New World," and "The Giver," along with stuff like, "Animal Farm," and "Nineteen Eighty-four.") Because I "Won't understand it" Yeah. No. I've been reading at a college level for four-five years now. I have the vocabulary of an English major, and my sister says I "Won't understand it?" Yeah, maybe it has some 'olde' english in it, but I've seen three Shakespeare plays -- I get 'olde' english pretty well. I'm determined to read it, before eleventh grade, too -- when my sister read it.

This subject is getting a little hot (get it, burning books?), so I'm moving on to something else:

Politics and the crap going on around the globe.

Let's start with the swine flu. Eh-hem, I mean H1-N1.


Seriously. I think the press is just going to town with this. I mean, a big, juicy bone of a story for every reporter across the globe? Who wouldn't hop at the chance? I would. Honestly. I would totally blow everything out of proportion -- inflate the ammount of possible cases, everything. If I ran the press, this'd be a disaster.

But I'm a blogger, so I get to trash them for this.

It's terrible. I mean, it's great that they're admitting that it's dying down, but then they add ominously, "But it'll be back and even worse come autumn and winter!" Oooh. Scary. The idea is (sarcasm) So, so frightening! (/sarcasm)

I hope that I'm not going to get vaporized 1984-style for typing this. *Gulp*

Oh, well.

I think I'll talk about upcoming events in my life next.

I'm going to Phantom Of The Opera on May 17th -- one week to go! I've been a Phantom Of The Opera 'Phan' since I was ten. It's been a while. I'm very excited -- I think we have John Cudia as Erik -- The Phantom.

The last day of school is Nigh -- that's going to be one fun time, summer. Look forward to more blog posts. Recomended reading lists, et cetera. Fun links and tutorials, hopefully. Maybe. If I remember. I might upload some videos, too. I might to that this week. Who knows?

I'm currently moving. I'm just waiting for a time to jump in to the new house and get to a point where I can ride the bus. Except we lack internet there. For now. We might get the old computer fixed up by a friend of ours, and then we'll install that at the new house. We have satellite.

random fact of the post:

I got the name of this blog through Fred -- my old, waterlogged dictionary. I picked two words at random from him -- meltdown and logic. And then I combined them. Thank you Fred, thank you.


First post

May tenth, two-thousand nine. Two fifty-five P.M.

This is my first post -- not very exciting, I know. But I will spruce it up with some links to my favorite things on the web, after some info:

I'm J.D. I have recently started a blog of randomness. You are looking at it. It will get very much more exciting as time goes on.

And here is some amazingness:

This concludes my first post. I apologise for the boringness of it.