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.

:|

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!

I still find this 'Luff' feeling weird and unwelcome.

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.

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.

Lies lies lies!

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

TUNES:

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.

5. LIES! SELF SLANDER!

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.

180 Quotes

Mood: Optimistic

Tunes: Point of Extinction - Motion City Soundtrack

Good news, everyone! I've got a new project! I call it:

180 Quotes!

I've decided that for every day of the school year, I am going to have a quote! I'll find 180 quotes online, print them out, and put them in a jar -- I'll take one out every morning and carry it with me through the day, and at the end of the day, I'll tape it up in my locker.

I think it'd be a good idea to have a little tidbit in the morning to get me through the day, especially if I'm feeling a bad day coming on -- and it'll motivate me to actually come to school every single day so I can get my daily quote.

It won't be labelled as 'THIS IS FOR DAY 1' or something -- they'll just be random. And if any coincidences happen, well, that'll just make for more awesome.

And now, I just need to find 175 more quotes.

Pip pip, cheery-o, y'all!

A WIZARD HAS TURNED YOU INTO A MUDKIP . . .

MOOD: Optimistic

TUNES: Nice Guys Finish Last - Cobra Starship

In recent news, for Tim's birthday, I spammed his facebook wall with pictures of Mudkips, because he hates them for some reason. How can you hate mudkips? They're adorable!

Tentaquil. It's a fake pokemon created by someone on 4Chan. It's awesome. It's signature move is 'Puke Blood.'

One of my favorite xkcd comics. I have a feeling that this will eventually happen when I have an apartment or place of my own.

UNICORNS!!! :D

Hey, look! I'm a Pokemon!

I love this quote -- whoever it's from. It embodies what everyone's mindset should be about themselves.

So, tomorrow, I'm finally getting my PERMIT. I passed the stupid test on Friday, and tomorrow, I'm doing the vision test and getting my picture taken and crap.

AND THEN I CAN DRIIIIIIIIVE.

Started a new chapter of my fanfic last night, and I read a bit of 'Gregor the Overlander.' Actually, re-read. The entire series is just awesome. I'm re-reading a lot of stuff lately. In fact, I'm also re reading 'A Great and Terrible Beauty.'

I think you guys may or may not be sick of my ranting, so I'll go for now.

EXCEPT!!

I forgot, but I looked at my schedule last night via the stupid school website which isn't very functional.

I got into every single class that I wanted to! I think this may or may not be the very first year where I don't have to go in and re-do my schedule.

Oh, in other news, I'm playing Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. ON NINTENDO 64, Y'ALL.

That is all.

Probably one of the most random posts I will ever make.

Pokemon fans! Does this remind you of anything?

It should, because it's . . .

BIDOOF! THE DERP-TYPE POKEMON!

This's Gaston from Beauty and the Beast, reading Breaking Dawn and being all like, WHAT IS THIS, LOL WUT?

This is me when I wake up in the morning (hair and all):

This is pedobear Edward Cullen.

(NOTE: Hey, I just noticed that the pic isn't working the way it should, so click on it to get the full affect, 'kay?! Thank you! - JD)

I recently started Driver's Ed and have been busy with learning about things like traffic cones (and their offspring, mini-traffic cones).

School will start up soon, I have Warped Tour on Sunday, I get my Learner's Permit week after next . . . man, I have a bit of a busy summer! But then again, before Driver's Ed, I was bored to tears, especially when my Pokemon game crashed. D:

But now, I'm having issues finding time to write! Both my fanfiction and my blog posts here have been dwindling since a little before this week (actually, my fanfiction I've been having issues with for a while. Fortunately, I got a chapter up yesterday).

OH HEY! My birthday is coming up!!

On a much less awesome note, Tim's birthday is tomorrow.

BUT MY BIRTHDAY IS NEXT FRIDAY! WOO HOO!

I'm very excited.

Oh! Also, today, we pre-filled out our course completion cards (blue cards) in Driver's Ed . . . not very exciting? It is when one guy messes up twice, and eventually has to resort to the instructor filling out his Blue Card. The first time, he put his name under 'Location.' The second time, he messed up his name.

Jeez, I don't think this kid should be driving if he can't fill out a Blue Card. And to top it all off, he's a jerk, so . . . yeah.

That's really all I have for you this time 'round.

Oh, you noticed my lack of 'Tunes' and 'Mood?' Well, I don't have 'Tunes' up because my computer refuses to believe that my speakers exist. 'Audio Device? What Audio Device?' And I thought that 'Mood' would be lonely up there by itself.

That's it.