April

Fuck it, I was busy.
Remind me to blog. Damnit.
Gotta fix my background.... /sigh.

Holy shit. It's may again.

Oooh, Shiny.

Look at that, all, "Web TwoPointOh" and shit. Because I'm super cool and up on the times with the shiny buttons and the XML code and those feeed things.

Just in case anyone is wondering, this is what happens when you finish your Multimedia final project two weeks before school ends. You start making up your own projects, like PIMP MAH BLOG. *headdeskheaddesk*

It's wednesday, and I'm working, which sucks, but It means I get my weekends off, YAY.
Summer's closer, but not by much.

I had a super cool long weekend, however. My parents were out of town all weekend so I invited Harold, CBAT and Spud (Who I'm pretty sure I've named before as a member of "The Group") And we partied stayed up 'till three in the morning having sex playing video games.

Yes. I am that cool, I have my entire house to myself and I play video games, and eat periogies. Like really. All those other teenagers think they're cool with their boozin' and their loud music and their bedrooms upstairs "reeseved", but none of them are having half the fun that I'm having. Great people, Castle Crashers and Perogies is all I need.

On that note, the fun stuff I'm posting today is

1. The forest entrance music from Castle Crashers, great music to eat perogies to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tUBK0zUpSs

And

2. This little animated gif of Suicune

FIC CAM

She wondered if she could be more open and honest if she wrote in the third person, like she was writing a story of sorts. She wondered.
She was plopped down on her bed, her laptop on her lap at 11:03 pm. It was a Thursday. A part of her brain willed her to go back to sleep, now that she had finished washing herself and her clothes. She didn't want to sleep just yet, however, she wanted to write a bit first. Just a teensy bit about her life and how it unfolded. She considered gussying it up a bit to make it seem more exciting then it really was, but she decided against it in the end.

Her day had passed pretty much uneventful, an average day at school, albeit a particularly slow one. Her few highlights of her academic hours past had been her free period, where she played (More like faillled D :) Starcraft with her friends, and lunch, when she played D&D with the same friends and more.

She hadn't bothered with her hair today, and even slacked on the clothing department, opting for a messy ponytail hidden under a hat, and an aging tank top hidden under a sweater. This was due in part to the fact that she had been up late the night before with her best friend, and in part to the fact that she assumed she wasn't going to see him today. She didn't like to admit it, but in the soft glow of her nightstand light, she felt like she could type it up.

She had seen him today however, first, as she entered her place of work. He was leaving with a few friends of theirs. Out searching for ways to make money and places to spend that money on. She expected that to be all she saw of him today, and hummed "A Kiss To Build A Dream On" to herself as she worked. She remarked that the only reason she knew the song was because it played in the opening and ending sequences of Fallout 2. In 1998 she had spent many a day watching her parents search out the fabled vault 13.

She saw him again when he showed up at her place of work, determined to sit out the hours until she was off.
"I don't get off for another two hours!" she said, sitting on a book stool, a book with a call number of 649.xxx was halfway to it's cataloged location, frozen in her hand.
"So?" He said. She laughed and offered to sign him into a computer.

When work was over, they both piled into her mother's car and back to her place, where they promptly lay down and fell asleep. They slept just long enough for him to miss his bus home.

Sitting with her laptop 20 minutes later, she reread her story, and didn't speak. She didn't like how the last lines would seem like an outright lie to anyone who didn't know her. Despite the fact that they were impeccably true and also completely plausible. She figured that people reading would think that she had inserted "sleeping" as substitute for something much more explicit. She smirked and shook her head. Sleeping is awesome. 


She thought also that she should mention her best friend, who she had shared kraft dinner and perogies with today. Her best friend who recently said something out loud that She herself was never strong enough to admit when she was in a similar situation. She smiled and mimed holding up a glass in toasting motion. "A toast!" she thought "To Harold Q Poppinjay, My best friend and a strong person."


She realized that neither person mentioned in this blog would read it, and she was okay with that. She was ready to sleep.

Summer, hurry up.

Kid at The library: "Blogger Seems weird"
Hex: "You just write about your life, It's like a journal, but public. Maybe if you're interesting enough, people will read it."
My blog is like a memoir as it happens. things show up and I blog about them I don;t blog very regulary anymore, and I've never blogged about a specific topic before, 'cept for that one time I blogged about privacy, lol.

So, May is half over. Exams will be in a month, and frankly, I can't wait. Summer can't get here fast enough. I want it. These last few weeks will be hell.
My only issue is that the comming of summer means that my grade eleven year is over, and I'm offcially a senior in high school. That means I'm precariously close to the begining of the rest of my life. As anyone who's relativley normal would know, that's pretty scary. Especially when you don't have a plan. I usually have a plan for everything. This. I don't have. (Though, it wouldn't be the first thing)

I'm trying not to think about it or stress out. They say that youth is wasted on the young, and I'm trying my damn hardest not to waste a single moment. These are the days they say we'll never forget, and goddamnit, I don't want to forget them. Stressing out is just a reason to want to forget.

So bring on the summer, bring on the sun.
Bring on the lake and the tents and long days.
Fill them with ice cream, or frozen yogurt or sorbet.
Let stress and the rest of the world come undone.

Hah hah!

So, I think the blogging craze has died down enough for me to start posting my deep dark secrets, hm?
Also, "Betty" just posted some pretty srs biz on her blog, and it got me in the mood.
Also, yesterday, I was at a song writing workshop, and I wrote some stuff down and came to a realization.
Secrets = Regrets.
I've kept things secret, and I have problems saying things sometimes, and I realize that I don't regret them, so why keep them a secret. It's dumb.
Also, saying things out loud doesn't make them real, thinking them makes them the most real that they can be.

That being said, I had a MARVELOUS FUCKING DAY YESTERDAY.
After freeing myself of some emotional bonds, A friend who lives far away came to visit. (Hereby referred to as Red) So Me and Harold And Red And CBAT all went downtown to traipse around a bit.
The following is a list of amazing things that happened.

• Harold wrote a song about beard envy with some help.
• CBAT and Red Licked slugs. (Well, the same slug)
• We walked into a mall, where all the shops were closed, CBAT jumped up and ran around on the fountain, The security guard lady came over the P.A and said "GET OFF THE FOUNTAIN"
• Ran into someone after mentioning them and other coincidences. (aka, Universe approves)
• Strawberry Rhubarb Tarts

And some other stuff.

Anyways, deepdarksecret tim- wait, just a sec. deep dark secrets postponed until after I announce my excitableness about

HALO, FUCKING REACH. It looks so good, gaah, I'm pumped.

Ehehm, At anyrate, yesterday, after a fabulous day, I have never felt more in love. (which isn't hard, really, but you know what I mean.)

NOW, GO READ BETTY'S BLOG BECAUSE SHE'S MUCH MORE INTERESTING AND MORE ABLE TO TALK ABOUT HER FEELINGS THEN ME.

http://chaos-is-beautiful.blogspot.com/