Prepare yourselves.

This is my second post for today, I may write a third since I have stuffs I want to talk about. Sadly, I’m going to have to induce another cut here. Typically, I avoid using cuts but pictures take up tons of room and it might slow down people’s computars and stretch the page and wreak havoc. :3

Spending too much time on self-improvement is anti-social.

K. So I’m a bit angry right now. No, I’m very, very, angry right now. Y’all better watch yourselves, because I’m ready to bring it!

Man, first it was The Format, and now it’s The Starting Line. This year sucks. (Yeah, I’m still not over this. Go die. Except not really.)

I have this essay to do, still. But then again, I’m not sure if I will have to turn it in. This is a rather compromising dilemma and it’s making me feel like not doing it. Jesus, man. I’ve given up on sentence structure, proper grammar, variety within my vocabulary, REDUNDANCY, and awkwardness. Observe:

As the majority is composed of Greek Cypriots, the political system is most heavily influenced by Greek Cypriots, thus belittling the needs of Turkish Cypriots. The new establishment born out of the Treaty of Guarantee, was to fix such an incongruence: the House of Representative was to be composed of fifteen Turkish representatives and thirty five Greek representatives. Such a system would allow some degree of consideration toward the needs of Turkish Cypriots. The elected president was to be of Greek descent, and the vice president was to be of Turkish descent, with powers to veto one another. Idealistically, such government would serve its people in a relatively unbiased way and better the lives of its country’s people. These treaties were passed in 1959, and the partition line was erected in 1974. President Makarios was elected into office, and, ultimately, passed regulations which even further reduced the rights and powers of Turkish Cypriots.
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Yeah. I suck. But whatever, the people who are going to read my paper have little to no standards in terms of good writing, so I’m more or less guaranteed an A. “Like, omgz, she used the word, ‘incongruence.’” -dies-

I’ve been so inspired lately to sew stuff. K, yeah, Project Runway did it. But whatever.

toothpastefordinner.com

Life is good with TOOTHPASTE FOR DINNER. :3

And even then- the thought’s so soothing.

Cold War Kids. Yeah. I’m digging them now.

But anyways.

So the guy I like has a crush on another girl within our circle of friends. I’m really not supposed to know this.

K. So I got over him. I got over everyone else. And when I’m absolutely, positively ready to try something new- I find this out. Come on.

And I have every right to be.

1. I am frustrated because the only seemingly available vessel restrains me because it is the wrong time.
2. I am frustrated because I have/had to keep it a secret, once more.
3. I am frustrated because this will mean virtually nothing.
4. I am frustrated because I mean virtually nothing.
5. I am frustrated because the one person that I truly dislike is the person he loves right now.
6. I am frustrated because inaction is the only option I have.
7. I am frustrated because I do not particularly care about hurting anyone.
8. I am frustrated because acting upon my feelings will ultimately result in me being hurt.
9. I am frustrated because no matter how I set this up, there isn’t a way around it- I can’t do anything.
10. I am frustrated because the more we hang out, the more I realize how compatible we really are.
11. I am frustrated because this questions my values, but that fact means very little to me.
12. I am frustrated because this ultimately faces me with the fact that I am a hypocrite.
13. I am frustrated because despite all the agony that I went through to get to this point, it will remain unrecognized.
14. I am frustrated because nothing I ever do seems to get me anywhere.
15. I am frustrated because I am constantly tricked by an illusion of change.
16. I am frustrated because I know we will probably go nowhere.

I am something. You are something. We are nothing together.

Gosh- the more that happens in my life, the more I realize that there’s no way I live in a solipsist world. I could not have possibly done this to myself.

Or, inversely, the more that happens in my life, the more I realize that this world is a solipsist one. The real world could not possibly _be_ this stupid.

toothpastefordinner.com

Aw, I love that web comic so much, haha.

We went out to eat at a mexican restaurant in Tacoma yesterday for breakfast. I don’t really know why it was so important, but we went there. We also went to a mexican grocery store, Borders, and the Tacoma mall. It was a pretty good day.

I have a ton of essay questions to get done, but quite honestly, these questions only get stupider and stupider, so I have little to no motivation to get them done. Except I will get them done. Because I have to get them done. Decidedly, my work ethic has changed alot within the past couple of months.

At least I can name all the presidents in nine minutes. But that’s a result of practice. Basically, it’s for Knowledge Bowl, haha.

Just like you, only sweeter.

Today was one of the best days that I’ve had for a long time. I talked to Cody before sixth period (Er, yeah. I’ve been mentioning him pretty anonymously lately, but whatever.); I got an A on my essay final!!! Uh, I suppose that’s the extent of happiness that occurred within my day, but whatever. It was good enough for me.

After school as I was going to Knowledge Bowl, I talked to Kat from Spanish class. It was surprising how she had the idea of how I am “smart in Spanish.” She’s really cute, haha. I didn’t really understand how she got that message, since I hardly ever speak within that class and when I do, I sound pretty stupid. And it’s not like I judge the merits of my classmates by the answers they give in class. That’s the only place she could have based her judgment from because I never, ever speak to her. I was surprised she even recognized me as we were walking up the stairs together. It’s not like I don’t want to speak to her, the opportunity has never come up.

As much as I hate to admit it, Knowledge Bowl makes me feel extraordinarily inadequate. It shouldn’t. For one thing, this is supposed to be for fun, but somehow it turns into a who-has-a-larger-nerdy-penis competition, if you get my drift. Another thing is that the knowledge that is exhibited during the practices and competitions are not a reflection of how smart I am; basically, whether one knows the answer to a question or not is a matter of probability.

It turns out that my cumulative GPA is substantially lower than I had expected it to be. It’s not terribly offensive; it’s a 3.3, but I thought I had a 3.8. Yeah.

Uh, yeah. Thankfully I have a few classes I can jump start because of the As I received. I just don’t know how much that will bring my GPA up. Man, I guess I didn’t understand the system as well as I thought I did.

WE HAVE ORANGE JUICE WITH PULP IN IT.

Even if it still tastes way too acidic or whatever- there’s pulp. And that’s the only reason why I drink it. Except it makes me use the bathroom *cough*pee*cough* during the day, which is strange because it means that I have to go into the bathroom. It’s just so awkward when you’re washing your hands and you hear someone peeing and they come out of the bathroom AND YOU KNOW THEM. laskjdfl;askjdflskjdf

My new alarm clock eats away at my soul. It’s out to get me- I swear it. I woke up this morning and I was debating with myself whether I should go back to sleep or not and I told myself, “Well, I have another hour, whatever,” (In case you didn’t know, I put my alarm clock in my dresser drawer so it wouldn’t make my brain explode as it rang) and I turned over and fell asleep. Right away, the bell started ringing, and I forgot to put it in the drawer last night and it absolutely broke my heart, dude. That was absolutely terrifying.

NEVER EVER EVER EVER AGAIN!

I mean, really, guys. This is the saddest thing ever. Sure, it may be a step up from the hundred-and-twentieth position on the queue list like it was for The God Delusion, which I never got, but still. And, yeah. Henry Rollins is love. He’s up there with Obama.

Uh, yeah. Merry Christmas. I appreciate how people can act like Christmas is more significant than the other holidays. I hate Komo 4, seeing as they avoid being culturally literate/neutral whenever possible.

Today was pretty eventful as of late. I received a serger and a new digital camera. Not to mention and ABSOLUTELY NEW Rubik’s cuuuuuube. I want to take pictures of my serger with my new camera, but it’s charging right now. All in all, it was a great Christmas.

Man, I’m watching this interview with Andrew McMahon, and it makes me so hyped for their new record. Which comes out sometime. Sometime. The clips in the interview sound really great, I am really excited. I’m going to set aside twenty dollars so I can get it next year, haha. I don’t think I could ever be more excited for a record. sldjflksjdf

Allie’s birthday party is in a few months, but I’m thinking of utilizing my time and making two dresses. One for Tolo, or whatever, and her party. Now that I have this handy dandy serger, I think I’m good. Except I need thread for the serger. They’re sold in cones for the serger machines.

My thoughts send me on a carousel

I talk to you every now and then, I’ve never felt so alone again.

I knitted up three hats today. Wow. My fingers really hurt.
… But in the process of doing so, I managed to watch Forrest Gump in its entirety. My opportunity to prove how manly I am has come and gone, and indeed, I passed. Even if I’m a girl. But yeah, I didn’t cry at the end, which is some kind of indication of my masculinity. I did laugh a bit, though. It was so stupid, but so stupid that it was funny. But at some parts, I would laugh, and question as to whether they were being serious or if they wanted me to find it funny. I guess I will never know.

John Dewey is such a great writer. Oh, I should post some of the stuff he writes. Every sentence in this book is worthy of being quoted. A good quarter of the vocabulary that he uses I am unfamiliar with- which I absolutely love. Not to mention his absolute smackdown of religion, which only accentuated my love for this man even more.

I just thought that was cute. Via FFFFOUND!

And I just felt a bit nostalgic, bite me.

Winter break is coming up. We have half a week of school. I have a ton of homework to do, but I’m too set on getting these winter solstice presents done to even begin thinking about getting a headstart on all the homework. But whatever, I’ll have something like two weeks to get it done, I’ll be fine.

“Patience and time do more than strength or passion.” Jean De La Fontaine

Thanksgiving wasn’t entirely egregious. But I keep reminding myself after every half hour or so of how I couldn’t imagine how I ended up in this current situation, of course, outside of Thanksgiving.

I’m doing Black Friday tomorrow. Beginning at two in the morning. All that means is that I can buy some new earbuds at last, and wear my “new” coat. I haven’t worn this coat in public once since mom and dad bought it for me. No longer shall I wait. NO LONGER.

But anyways.
Amazing. Somehow, I only like people on the internet, because that is where you can weed out the stupid ones. Yeah, the stupid ones.

Oh, and my turkey was so great, that Calvin went A Christmas Story on it and ate part of it. Sadly, that was the only part that was really crunchy and good. Because of him, I’m not getting that part. I’m angry, indeed.

Uh, but yeah. I’m brainstorming Christmas ideas for my friends, which’ll be great fun to make. I love doing this stuff. The mix cds are going to be fun, too, because that’s the epitome of SUPER DUPER MAGICAL FANTASTIC ULTRA WISH TIME!

… Gosh, I love who I am, I just hate the things I do.

But whatever.

All of the luck in the world this time around won’t change a thing tonight

…”I don’t know even myself this time around, given the weight of the times. . . Next time around I’ll leave all these clovers in the ground for you to find next time around.”

I’ll leave all these clovers buried in the ground for you to find next time around

Dear, god. I’m getting famous? Sort of? ALL FOR THE PYGMY MARMOSET, and no one wants to tell me why.

Oh, and by the way- I’d give you the world if I could, yeah. I don’t care what they say- I love you more than you’d ever know. And it’s possible at a young age like this. slkfjsldjf;lsdjf
For the first time in a very long time- I appreciate my amygdala, yeah, because I can blame all of my irrationality on it.

On the other hand- Riza and I may be dealing with the same thing, kind of, but we aren’t handling them in the same way at all. But at least we can be together and have fun and forget about all of the stuff surrounding our lives. It’s nice getting away from everything with her, although, I cannot shake the feeling that it’s somewhat unhealthy. But whatever- considering the “alternative” healing practices at our school, having people as an interval of relief is far healthier.

… Dear, god. Some homie was talking about how there was a plant along this trail he walked on the way home and how it looked like marijuana (or some weird cooking vessel) and he was going to smoke it after school. I don’t object to him using drugs- it’s something people do, regardless of its legal implications- but to smoke something that you don’t even know what it is… Smooth.

“Have you noticed, how people tend to build other people complete personalities in their heads, and when those other people can’t behave and act like that person they created, they get insulted and angry. Most of the time even I don’t know who I am, and when I don’t know it, it terrifies me that some other people think they do. It’s hard enough trying to be who I really am, without having to try to be someone else for someone else too!”

-Annika’s Diary.

I’ve got stars in my great big sky

… “Some were satellites, others planes, some were twinkling while others were fading away, but they’re all one of a kind! Ooh, it’s not that interesting but I’d like to keep it a secret, so I’ll have something left to give. “

I hate people who yell at other people for doing nothing, just for the sake of yelling. And so they look like they are actually doing something. But I think everybody hates people like that. People, like me, also hate projects.

Therefore, for procrastination’s sake, here’s why Brainboost should die:

Fuck you, Brainboost. (Actually, no. I suck more, if I have to use obscure search engines to try and find something good. Wait- let’s leave me and Brainboost out of this, and lay the blame on modern western civilization. Yessss. TAKE THAT, MODERN WESTERN CIVILIZATION!!)

Allie called me today, and it was nice, but gosh! I’m not one for being on the phone for 65421534987 hours, so when I got off, I yelled, “FREEDOM!” Not because it was a bad experience, just because I’m not all that talkative after the first two hours… D:

The marine corps came today and (obviously, the school loves being sponsored by them) gave us an obstacle course. I didn’t participate at all because of my overbearing self-righteousness, but I got to do basketball, instead. But in the process, I got to show the lady marine to the bathroom. We had a nice discussion about how she hated high school and how she loves the marines. That’s great, but uh, I’m not sure how that was supposed to make me, say, optimistic about my future prospects. At least she didn’t talk down to me, and didn’t give me a messed up answer (”My high school years were the best and worst years of my life.”)

We did not do much during summer school today in actuality. That was the only event that qualifies its name, and the only event worth talking about. I could go into a rant about why I didn’t do the obstacle course thing, but when I told my teacher, he did not seem to comprehend what I was talking about. But then again, he’s always out of it. I’m not sure if I have a right to say this though, since I don’t even know his name. I refer to him as Mr. Superduperman. But, I digress. Judging the look on my teacher’s face, I don’t think I want to bring it up again. D:

And if you’re wondering what Mr. Superduperman’s facial expression looked like, I would say it is comparable to this:

Everybody is getting stupider and stupider.

This is the judge’s full ruling of the evolution vs. intelligent design trial. Even though evolution won, gosh… Darwin’s theory —> evolution. So, does he believe in gravity?! AH!

I couldn’t call you if I tried

… “My fingers are sore from being so tightly crossed.”

I am almost done with that painting thing I did. It looks swt.

Cue teh pwnage. Yessss.

I made a Bright Eyes shirt yesterday, too. It looks awesome. It’s just that the G looks a little f*cked up. You can still tell that it’s a G, though.

*sigh* Summer school starts in three days and I finally have projects. Lame.

I uploaded all those awesome picz, but most of them involve people so I’m afraid of posting pictures of people without asking them. Okay, all of them involve people except for two. And this one that I posted was at Megan’s house. Her house is so pretty. They made it. It’s cool.

I’m bleeding and I’m heartless but I’m yours

… “I’d rather chew on broken glass than keep on living in the past and wasting time on words I know you didn’t mean… I finally know the taste of love. It’s a cross between cheap beer and blood with an aftertaste of dry sarcastic speech. And so I guess it’s safe to say that we both knew that I’d end up this way, with a brain that’s clueless and unsure, and eyes that hardly ever work. But I guess that’s fine I rarely use them anyway.”

Edit:

WHY ARE PEOPLE COMING TO THIS BLOG ENTRY ONLY

because this entry, as of March 8, 2008, has been viewed one thousand, four hundred and eight six times. Someone comment me and tell me why? It’s all about the pygmy marmosets, but I really thought that nobody cared about them. So why the sudden interest? It’s eating away at my soul, kthxbai.

I’m still deciding as to what I’m going to do with the green thingy I painted. I’m thinking of writing The Origin of Species on it, but I’m not sure. Because the book is very long and I don’t think I can squeeze it in. And I can’t think of any way to write it that small.

I know I’ve written about this plenty of times before, but I don’t care. I’m going to write about it anyways. And if you are bored by reading this, I don’t care. You’ve wasted your life anyways, by reading this precaution.

Despite my surrender of obsession with someone, out of hope that they will soon be amputated from my heart, I still manage to have dreams about them. I sicken myself, quite honestly, when it comes to this. I even lied to everybody because I expected this to be over “soon”, time and time again. It’s not like the dream was one of *those* kind of dreams, but I would really hate to describe it in detail here, because when it’s put into words, it is very corny. But I guess this proves that I’m a pretty darned corny person.
AH! BABY PYGMY MARMOSETS!

I cannot help myself. Those things are awesome. I want to own a baby pygmy marmoset.

When you are away, my heart comes undone

… “Slowly unravels, in a ball of yarn. The devil collects it, and with a grin, I love in a ball of yarn.”

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WHY ARE PEOPLE COMING TO THIS BLOG ENTRY ONLY

Tell me, because this entry, as of March 8, 2008, has been viewed one thousand, five hundred and six times. Someone comment me and tell me why? It’s all about the pygmy marmosets, but I really thought that nobody cared about them. So why the sudden interest? It’s eating away at my soul, kthxbai.

So I’m knitting this sweater but I used the wrong type of yarn and it’s slightly bigger than I want. I can fix it when I finish it, but I have no motivation to keep knitting it anymore.

I am also working on that collage. It’s going to turn out very well, I think, I just need to find more white paint. I found some awesome quotes in my old magazines to use. Here are some examples:

“Hunks in Trunks”

“It’s a mousse revolution!”

“It’s easy to come by.” (hah, innuendo.)

“Be whatever you choose. Buy *whatever brand it was*.”

Yah. What can I say? I was a naive little girl when I bought those magazines! But I admit the error in my ways, and I have acted accordingly by ripping all of them up!

Amanda rant on how evolution affects us in our everyday lives:

I have this air conditioner in my room. And my father taped up the sides so insects will not fly into my room. He missed a spot. Hence, I found a baby spider and two ants. *shudder* And my fear of these insects annoys me to death. There is no reason to fear these things; there is no way they can harm me. And yet, these are the only things that truly creep me out.

… And I can’t tape it up because it is a tiny spot UNDER the air conditioner and I cannot reach it. And logically, I cannot sleep in my room anymore because I am so freaked out by these things. I sicken myself. I prove to be diverse from the other idiotic teenage girls around me, and then I turn around and get freaked out by insects. Way to go, Amanda.

Amanda rant on the media’s ignorance of practical science out of the desire to gain popularity:

All I have been hearing about from the news lately is of that new study about women speaking the same amount of words as men do… BLAH! I don’t care! Scientists could have found a cure for the common cold (although impossible, it still proves my point) and they would not have reported on it because OMGZ! Women speak just as much as men do! I suppose practical journalism is out the window these days.

End rant.

AH! Isn’t that the cutest baby pygmy marmoset?!

Ooh. I don’t know what it’s eating- and I don’t want to know- but that’s another cute baby pygmy marmoset. Aw!

Will you sleep tonight, or will you think of me?

… “Will I shake this off, pretend it’s all okay? That there’s someone out there who feels just like me? There is.”

My mom cut my hair yesterday. It looks awesome.

I miss Kai. He hasn’t e-mailed me in 312651321 days and for one reason or another, despite having other people to talk to online, I’m all lonely D: It’s terrible, because this is such a teeny-bopper dilemma (OMGZ! He won’t call me back! )

I have been awake for roughly 26 hours now. Mmph. But when you are awake all night long, it really gives you time to think about stuff. And you know, I think I just got over something.

Amazingly, it’s something I haven’t been anticipating to admit to myself, but now I think it’s time I just give it up for good. I love someone who doesn’t even treat me halfway decently; I’ve wasted my eighth and ninth grade years on him and I doubt it’s going to get any better than it is now. I shouldn’t have to wait around forever. I deserve more than that. Somebody loves me now and he’s an amazing guy- so maybe I should put more energy into that aspect of my life instead. I guess I’ll just have to see if it will last through summer.

… Ugh, I don’t know. I guess I’m just having one of those moments, you know, like my life just figured out how to get good.

Yessssss. I love blogs that make fun of religion =)

Even worse, AH! I didn’t discover this on my own, I got it from One Fewer God, just citing my sources =D

Oh, and Anthony is going to have summer school with Debbie, Cody, and I. See the connection? This is going to be interesting. Maybe not, but still.

This is just as it should be

… “My best laid plans will build and break your heart!”

Chikapow.

And just to rub it in..

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I’ll miss you when you’re just like them

… “I remember back then thinking easy comes but doesn’t stay, what comes easy never stays. But the politics need means and business never leaves, you better sing now while you can.”

You know, I’m not easily frightened. I can stand snakes, I can stand closed spaces, I can even stand heights. I’m not allergic to anything I know of right now, and I have nearly perfect vision. But I cannot, for the life of me, stand spiders.

Yeah. You get the point. Freaking ridiculous things. And really, I do not understand why I dislike spiders so much. Spiders that roam around the house are harmless. Maybe my ancestors encountered spiders alot and had to evolve to fear them to keep their genes thriving, I don’t know. Mexicans deal with spiders alot. But they deal with cockroaches alot, too, and I’m not that afraid of them… They are just a little spooky-looking, though.

… And that spider moves at lightning speed, I tell you. It moved a good two yards in like twenty minutes.

Oh, and by the way… I think I should format my blog in such a way that it is easier to read. Rather than it being one huge blog entry, I’m going to break it up by headlines, so to speak.

Time for an Amanda atheism rant on the bible and its prophetic roots:

I was watching this show on television this morning about biblical prophecies and codes within the bible. What can I say? I screamed at the television. Apparently, if you use computers to decipher the codes inside the bible, it’ll give you readings of the future that the bible otherwise, does not address. So, they set up the bible as a matrix and try to find certain phrases that foretell the future. The letters are equidistant, so for example: they would set the computer to pick out a letter after every ten letters. For this example, I will use Chapter 23 from Moby Dick, because 23 is my favorite number and this is my example:

When on that shivering winter’s night, the Pequod thrust her vindictive bows into the cold malicious waves, who should I see standing at her helm but Bulkington! I looked with sympathetic awe and fearfulness upon the man, who in mid-winter just landed from a four years’ dangerous voyage, could so unrestingly push off again for still another tempestuous term. The land seemed scorching to his feet. Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs; this six-inch chapter is the stoneless grave of Bulkington.

And what did I get?

twiqhioaoarlIhidsadsraocesfos. eleuhnmeaipovg!

And if you turn to an anagram solver, this results:

a paradigmatical overfleshed heinous his iq woo so

See how pointless it is? Yeah. But you can confabulate this as much as you like, and receive a comprehensible answer.

… Another thing I realized was, all of the examples they used, only seemed to pertain to America. If God really did this whole prophecy thing, he would not centralize his thoughts around America. Another reason why this is the best case of confirmation bias.

Amanda rant on things pertaining to America, globalization, and immigration:

A few months ago, we were in California visiting my sick aunt. As we were there, CNN was reporting on the immigration rights protest, in which people did not go to work or go to school, to show how important our labor is to the well-being of America’s economy. My grandma’s sister’s daughter (I wonder what the term is for that.) had to leave work very early, seeing as she works at a newspaper, so she could beat the crowds because the protest started at ten or eleven.

I think Bush should grant amnesty to the illegal immigrants, because I see no fault in them being here in the first place. No, they may not pay taxes, but they benefit the economy even moreso than the other ethnic groups do, so it works out. All the illegal immigrants do the jobs white people don’t want to do. They do jobs that even black people don’t want to do.

The other thing that gets me so angry is that this is a result of NAFTA- if NAFTA were never signed, the immigration “problem” not be as intense as it is now. NAFTA was supposed to make their lives better; all it did was destroy their jobs, which made the trip over to the United States even more necessary.

Another thing that also makes me angry is… When are humans going to get past things like this? We need to get past this us-against-them complex, because who is to say that this will not happen with other countries as well? Is the relationship between the United States and Mexico going to evolve into one similar to Israel and Palestine?

The bottom line is- we aren’t hurting anybody, or at least, not any more than the other nationalities.

Adventures of the internet:
So, yeah. I’m going to document my travels as a web-troller. Enjoy.
39 Ways To Live and Not Merely Exist.
My favorite part is:

Pull away from Internet. You’re reading something on the Internet right now. And, with the exception of this article, it is just more wasting away of your precious time. You cannot get these minutes back. Unplug the Internet, then get out of your office or house. Right now! And go and do something.

A stopped clock is right twice a day

Dude! BABY JESUS SHARK RETURNS!!!

Yesssssssssssss.

This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:

• death (8x)
• suck (6x)
• hell (5x)
• hurt (4x)
• dead (3x)

Hahaha. I cannot believe that.

Woah. But anyways.

I am utterly bored living inside this house right now. I started reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I may as well get started on it because the new book is coming out soon. I am going to read the newest book as quickly as I can without any outside interferences because I do not want to know who dies (and you know everybody is going to be talking about it. That is how I found out that Dumbledore died. Before I even opened the book.)

… Harry is totally going to die.

I love atheists!  =D

OMGZ! I couldn’t find a way to post it here, but it’s so cute! I was squeeing for about ten minutes after I saw it. Srsly.

… Uh, dude? I have no idea as to what this uncyclopedia thing is for, but it’s pretty darned interesting to read. To be honest, every single page is offensive to one group of people or another.

*ahem* but anyways.

My bruise is purplish yellow. It looks really punk.

I may post again later. Because I can.