Saturday, June 26, 2010

You've caught my HEART! ... sending HEART to Lanette's PC.

Aww. Where can I get Valentines like this?

ICH MOECHTE. (German tip: If you can't do umlauts on your PC or other device, like a cellphone, put an E after the umlauted letter.)

Translated: I WANT.

I think it's really cute!

Today . . . is boring. Steph and I were going to go biking, but she doesn't feel up to par, so we're rescheduling for tomorrow. Nothing is going on, no one to talk to . . . and I'm getting so frustrated trying to find a Relicanth on Pokemon Ruby. DO THEY EVEN EXIST? ARE THE REGIS LYING TO ME?

Eh-hem. Sorry, got a little carried away. I'm serious -- I cannot find one of these stupid things for the life of me. I've tried using Sweet Scent, I've tried just lookin' around for one . . . I haven't even SEEN one. It's getting so annoying! I JUST WANT TO UNLOCK THE REGIS. It took me forever to evolve my Wailmer into a Wailord alone. All to unlock the Regis so I can complete my Pokedex.

Oh, last night, I was up really late watching Good Eats (ALTON BROWN FTW) and Criminal Minds (GIDEON AND SPENCER FTW). And Alton made like, a million Beatles references. He was talking about pepper (the KING OF SPICES) and was talking to the English Expedition-looking guy in a tree, and he's like:

P: I'm Pepper, nice to meet you.
(Pepper talk)
Alton: Pepper . . . (points to pepper's uniform) military?
P: Yes, Sergeant.
Alton: (Looks towards camera) Sergeant Pepper.

(Sergeant Pepper Lonely Heart's Club Band.)

During the pepper talk . . .

SP: Me and my colleague, Mr. Kite . . .
Alton: (Dramatic Sigh, looks towards the camera)

(Being for the benefit of Mr. Kite.)

And, at the end of the show, when Alton was making small talk with Sergeant Pepper -- who was actually not a sergeant anymore, he had just been promoted:

Alton: So, you have a daughter Lucy, right?
Pepper: Oh, yes.

(Lucy in the sky with diamonds.)

This is why I love this show. Just the total weirdness mixed in with the cooking and science. And puppets (you can't forget the puppets, people!).

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Fathers Day

This is Terry. I don't know what to do for him for Vaterstag (Fathers Day, for you non-Germanish people).

(JSYK, That's my Snuggie.)

I have no idea whatsoever. I've only had a 'Dad' in any function of the word for just over a year now. Last year, we got him a card (it had a fat guy holding a huge fish on the front).

I made Mom cupcakes in bed and breakfast at the table, and got her a candle and a cute card. I'm just blanking out about Terry, though. It's like . . . I don't know. (ICH WEISS NICHT!)

Ach nein! Schnell, Schnell!!

Sorry. That was random.

OH, I forgot something. Dezzy (remember, Dezzy? Rocktheexistance?) and I have decided to find a cardboard cutout of Edward Cullen and videotape out shenanigans with him. We'll be hiding him in bathrooms and going on dates with him, insisting that we get TWO tickets to a movie.

Stephanie (no blog, just . . . yeah) suggested that we shove him in the passenger seat of a car and use him to drive in the carpool lane, with a camera on the dash.

I just Googled 'Where do I get a cardboard cut-out of Edward Cullen?' and it yielded 6,950,000 results.

How about 'Buy an Edward cardboard cut-out'? - 159,000

Lemme add 'Cullen' to that - 7,250,000. It went up with specific-ness.

Hmm. Let's add 'cheap' - 7,220,000. Hmm, it's narrowing down.

Let's add 'life size' - 7,220,000. No reduction.

Let's check eBay! 10 results for 'Edward Cullen standee.' The cheapest is $26.99 + shipping($9.00). The most expensive is $69.95 +


Where do you live that it's so expensive to ship?

80 Results for 'Twilight Standee.'

Where do you even pertain these cardboard cutouts? Standees, whatever they are?

45 results for 'Harry Potter standee.'

0 for 'True Blood standee.' Hmm, kinda disappointed. I was hoping for a life-size Eric to creep people out with. Stick it outside their windows, in their beds, creepy places.

I'm rambling, so I think I'll stop now.


Thursday, June 10, 2010

30 things.

Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 30 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 30 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

(To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 30 random things, tag 30 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.) "

This is a Facebook game. I've decided to participate -- albeit, on my blog.

1. I'm almost always cold for no apparent reason.

2. I hang out in the art room more often then I probably should (considering I don't even have an art class this semester . . .).

3. My manners were taught and enforced by Hannibal Lecter, MD.

4. Sometimes, I try and imagine how I would go about directing a random play at my school.

5. I own two pairs of Converse Hi-Tops: Red and Purple.


7. I secretly admire my sister.

8. I get overly defensive way, way too much.

9. I know too much. I know something about almost everything. I seem to just pick up random tidbits of knowledge.

10. I confuse my Psychiatrist sometimes.

11. I admit that I have some problems.

12. I feel that I am destined for something far greater than my current, small life holds. I have big dreams and I plan on fulfilling them.

13. I don't like having shit talked about me. That tends to trigger number eight. In fact, number eight seems to be triggered by a lot of things.

14. Once, I had this dream. I was sitting with my Grandpa, on like, a boat on a lake in the middle of a forest. All of a sudden, this HUGE whale pops up -- just it's mouth, though -- the rest of it was submerged. I was like 'WHOA, IT'S A WHALE.' and Grandpa was like, 'MAYBE IT WAS THIS OR THAT.' And then it popped up again and he's like, 'OH, HEY, IT IS A WHALE.'

15. I have BICYCLES on my feet. Your argument is irrelevant.

16. Me and Tim may fight like an old married couple, but we'd probably do anything for each other. Albeit in a witty, sarcastic, dramatical way.

17. My brain is amazing. It can maintain several 'lives' at once. I can be expanding the story line of one writing in my brain while doing other stuff with various other writings.

18. I get really frustrated when I'm trying to draw something and my stupid hand can't do what my brain wants it to.

19. I write fanfiction.

20. I like this guy. Maybe he likes me back. Maybe he doesn't. I don't know, and I'm afraid to find out.

21. I follow PostSecret like some kind of weblog hawk.

22. I lose things frequently.

23. I think I scare people sometimes.

25. One of my favorite, stupidly amazing websites is

26. I love cult musicals. Especially weird ones like Phantom of the Paradise and Shock Treatment, and Rocky Horror Picture Show.

27. Once, spontaneously, I got up in front of my entire choir class during a presentation and did the Time Warp.

28. Sometimes, I feel like my life is based around songs I hear and listen to.

29. Sometimes, I think I can tell the future. I think I'm precognitant or presentient.

30. There was no number 24.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Real Slick, Buddy.

This oil spill's really ticking me off. Some scientist recently said it would be better to euthanize the birds than to clean them and re-release them.

Umm . . . no?

Why would you kill them? Really? You're killing them because they're covered in oil. If I got covered in oil and it wasn't my fault, would you kill me?

It's not the bird's fault. It's BP's.

Is anyone going to get punished for this? Yeah. The birds.

I don't know -- is anyone considering filing a lawsuit against BP? I mean, really -- it's been what, forty-something days now? Forty-something days now. Forty days of (And this is what I picture*) a bunch of suits sitting around an office talking about how the gas price will go up and they might just have to get rid of their second Hummer or Ferarrhi**. What on earth are these people actually doing? I want to see the productivity. Where is my productivity?

I was talking to my grandfather* about the oil spill, and he told me that they* were considering doing something that the Soviet Union did when they had an oil spill a long while ago*. See, the put -- get this, they put an atomic bomb a couple thousand feet below the leak. They set it off and the force and heat and everything melded the leak closed. Am I the only person to think that this is a mix of retarded and awesome? Except the U.S. would probably, somehow screw it up. It would kill everything, or it wouldn't go off, or it would do nothing to the oil spill somehow, or -- with our luck -- the oil would burn and kill everything.

*- My imagination does things like this.
*- I probably spelt that wrong.
*- Eddie knows too much about everything. Where did you think I got it from?
*- BP, The Gov't, whoever.
*- You probably didn't know about it because first, it happened a long while ago, and second, there's nothing for the oil to affect in Siberia. Because there's nothing in Siberia, period.

Let's get off a heated subject and onto some random stuff.

The guy I like was making funny faces at me during choir. Also, I've fallen in love with the new musical Paradise Lost, by Eric Whitacre. Here's the trailer:

I absolutely love the trailer -- our choir teacher showed it to us because
I'm pretty sure he's in love with Eric Whitacre.

I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do!


Waaait a second. The video above isn't the one I wanted. Gimme a second.


Enjoy this one too. I like this one best, because of the footage and narration.