Sunday, September 26, 2010

TUNES: Another Day - RENT
MOOD: Whimsical/Cupcakey

This is my Bearded Dragon, Clarence. He's much bigger now, in fact, he's a year older than this picture! This was taken on my birthday last year! He's getting a little tubby now (don't tell him that, though!), and he likes to run around and lick things, such as my little step brother's back pack, and my pants, and the floor, and shoes. He also enjoys scaring my sister, because she doesn't like him all that much. My mom once accidentally tried to nudge him away from her with her foot, and he accidentally did a barrel roll.

He likes to eat crickets, and meal worms, and veggies. He has blue sand in his little habitat/kinda terrarium. If you surprise him, or he gets mad, or if he's 'hunting' crickets, he'll puff up his 'beard,' hence the name 'Bearded Dragon.'

Now, here's the real blog post -- all that was so you could learn a little more about Clarence.

So, the other day (or maybe last night -- I can't remember) I had a dream. Can't remember much of it, but what I do remember . . . is this:

Clarence was a giant Bearded Dragon. Like, the size of a St. Bernard. And he would follow me, and jump up on me, and lick me, kinda like a dog. He was still kinda lazy, and I had to coerce him into doing anything, but after I talked to him, he was all for having some fun and following me around and adventuring.

For those of you who have read the 'Percy Jackson' series, he kinda reminded me of Mrs. O'Leary, a giant Hellhound.

I just thought I'd share all that.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


MOOD: Contemplative/ Like a teenager.
TUNES: Razia's Shadow: A Musical, Forgive Durden.

So, I was in band today practicing the Homecoming routine while the National Guard was there with a rock climbing wall and crap. I was a little miffed to be walking back and forth across the football field eight million times because the flags are confused (French horn players. Bah!). So I was standing next to Greg (Tuba) and all of a sudden he's like, "IS THAT (insert my crush's last name here)?!" So of course I look, and he's up on the rock climbing wall looking amazing on the most difficult side of the wall. Purple semi-skinny jeans, open plaid shirt . . . I should probably stop talking before I get carried away.

But I just kept staring at him. I thought he smiled at me once, but he was talking to one of the flags. So I just kind of just looked away awkwardly and felt stupid.

I don't have any classes with him this year. Last year, second semester, we had all but Spanish/German and English together. And technically band, but that was only 50% of the time, due to Band and Choir being during the same hour, every other day.

I don't know why he's not in Choir this year. He auditioned, and I'm pretty sure he got in.

I don't know why he hasn't talked to me at all this year. I mean, I see him every morning before the bell rings, and our lockers are right by each other. I'd say 'Hello' or something, but I'm afraid it'd come out wrong somehow. Like I said 'GOPHER' instead of 'GO FOR' once in front of him because I got nervous. We were auditioning (I didn't get anything. He did) for a few solos for last year's medley and he came up to me after one of them (we did all of them in a row) and said 'You did great on that last one, so I think I'll stand by you.' And I was trying to say 'Go for it,' in a casual, nonchalant way, and it came out too fast, so I said 'gopherit' instead. So then I had to ramble on a little about how I mean go FOR it, and not GOPHER it, and it was just really awkward, but he smiled a bit at me looking so flustered. He has a lovely singing voice, too. I mean, we could probably harmonize pretty nicely. He's a Bass (and at that point) I was a Soprano, so that might've worked out in a cool way. Now that I'm an Alto this year, and we sound really cool with the Bass's, so that would've been cool.

Though he was dumped by HER mid year last year. Who would dump him except for some stupid . . . (there are no words appropriate for this blog that I can say here). I mean, he's really nice, and has a sense of humor, and likes music, and can sing well, and he's smart. Though I normally go for the Scandinavian (Blonde and Blue) type, he's a bit of a deviation, I guess, with his dark hair and eyes, not insanely pale, with a bit of color to his skin.

My stomach's kind of fluttering around.

I'm sorry I'm being so Lovey-Dovey right now. I'm pretty sure this is what Shakespeare does to me. Happened when we read 'Romeo and Juliet' last year, too, and since we're doing 'A Midsummer Night's Dream,' I guess it's happening again. I don't know why Shakespeare does this to me. I think he's doing it on purpose, so he can break me down so he can come to the future and steal my words.* Oh Shakespeare, you skamp, you!

And, on the subject of Luff and Shakespeare, I find Midsummer superior to Romeo and Juliet in terms of how love works. I mean, yeah, they use magic flowers to make (the wrong) people fall in love with each other (on accident. Oberron just wanted to help -- it's Puck who's like, retarded or something. Except for with Titania, where I guess he was just being kind of a jerk).

Stupid confusing things.

*Backstory to that: Once, Bekkah was reading 'Twelfth Night' and found the word 'Fantastical' in it. She thought I'd made the word up when I said it. So did I. We therefore hypothesized that Shakespeare (being awesome) invented a time machine and comes to the future to steal my words. It just hasn't happened. Yet.

Friday, September 10, 2010

New/ Kind of made my day.

MOOD: Sick.
TUNES: REPO! The Genetic Opera.

Hey, look! Robots! I decided to change my layout to include robots. Hope you like it!

So, today, I was at the clinic for my ortho appointment, and also I was getting a throat culture because I felt like crap and my throat hurts. Suddenly, while waiting to be called back for my stupid throat culture . . . a pizza hut guy walked in. With a pizza. He went to the other side of the clinic . . . dropped the pizza off, and left. Why? Just . . . why?! Who ordered pizza at the freaking hospital?

This was just a major 'LOLWUT' moment.

Oh, and as for the throat culture, I don't have strep, but the do a little follow up thing where they like, let it grow in a petri dish or something. If it's still not strep, or is strep, they'll call.

I hate always being sick. It's so stupid, and annoying, and I wish I was healthy all the time. Though that'd be kind of boring.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Lies lies lies!

MOOD: There are a couple going on here. Gimme a minute, the post says it all.

Y'know what I don't like? When people say stuff like THIS:

When THEY "say stuff behind their back instead of just saying it to 'there' face!"

Would you like a side of EPIC with that FAIL?

How many fails do we have here?

1. Improper grammar.
2. Hypocrisy.
3. Improper capitalization.
4. Lots. And lots. Of improper spelling.

I counted five. Well, she herself is a fail, so let's just call it six. Y'know what?

I dislike people like you. We're freaking out about immigrants not speaking English when we can barely speak it ourselves! It's annoying and hypocritical and kind of xenophobic.