Friday, December 27, 2013

That one time I left for a very long while

I don't really know what this is about, but I'm all about fun so this is the image you get
This is a post to let perhaps the one person who will see this post know that I have begun anew in blogging. Things will probably be a bit different as I've changed a lot over the years, but I like to think that the core of my sense of humor and snark will be a constant in my life. If interested

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Summer school was invented by Hitler's shoulder devil

I come with with explanations.

You see, after I had posted saying HEYGUYSILOVEYOULETMECOMEBACKANDPOOOOOOOOOST I had a slight falling out with my parents. I'll spare you the details because I'm sure you really don't want to know and because I'm lazy, but just know that they went a little...completely insane extreme.

Long story short, I got grounded from the internet. Wooooo isn't that fun?

Accurate representation of my face
Now I have been freed from my sentence of productivity and finding creative ways to procrastinate. I was actually freed about two months ago, but that brings me to my next point.

Summer School. Duh Duh Duuuuuuuuhhhhhh.

No, I didn't fail a grade or anything like that, but my mother is extremely into academia, so I'm taking college courses to boost my... intelligence I guess.
I just misspelled intelligence the first four times I tried. I suppose we can all see how well that is working out.

I'm taking French 101 right now, and lemme tell ya that has been an adventure. I'm dyslexic, so my mother language has been interesting to understand at times. Let's add another one! That's a great idea!
This is the physical representation of my brain. Well, the literal physical representation of my brain is a blob of oozy brain matter, but you get what I mean.

Plus I got a job. Woo go me. It's actually doing html, css, and javascript coding, so that's exciting. It's not that I dislike the work exactly, but I am chronically lazy and my summer has been packed.

I've had the equivalent of a nine-to-five because of my class and work schedules, plus a crapton of homework every night. Plus crazy mother demanding A's out of a college class. I haven't had much down time.

This has taught me two very important lessons.

One, I cannot handle a nine-to-five. I hate to be overly cliche here, but I'm more of a free spirit type. I can work extremely hard, but if I don't have variety in the subject of my intensity, I tend to go a little bit mad. And expect blood if you take away my opportunity for creative expression.

Two, never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever take classes over the summer semester ever. They are the devil. If you have a 4 credit class, which would cover a decent amount of material every week in a normal semester, and you put it in a semester with half the time, you will want to kill yourself. You not try to convince yourself that you can fit more classes into a year that way. You will only rain misery down upon yourself.

Welcome to class everyone
So I guess the reason I'm here is to say I quite like blogging. I'm one of those people who attempts to compensate for my lack of physical attractiveness with a witty sense of humor, so it's a match made in heaven. I make no promises about posting regularly because see Image C, but I have a desire to say screw you world I'm going to do what I want.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Why Leap Year might ruin my life

Yeah. I just used a picture of 101 Dalmatians for my 101st post. Because I'm original and stuff.

Crap now I have the need to actually be original for my 101st post. Hmm. Maybe I'll draw you a picture later or something. 

Annnnnd on to other topics. 

So I've decided that I have three primary personalities. There is the "I will do everything before noon and then save the world from cancer with my 5.0 on the 4.0 GPA system!" personality. 

Then there is the "I will express myself through all the art mediums ever thought of and I can play guitar and have really cool discussions about life and who needs arbitrary grading systems?" personality. And finally, I have the "blinking is hard work. Why don't I just sit lay melt into a puddle of failure on the couch for a few more days" personality. 

That last one seems to be taking over my life lately, which is why I'm blogging about it. So I can feel less guilty about the fact that I saw a movie yesterday and did no homework even though it is threatening to eat me alive at this point. 

Kind of like this, only it would look more like a shark made out of homework and you'd be crying because you're actively being eating alive.
I seem to be stuck in a "personality three" rut, with slight variations involving wanting to cut my hair because in theory changing my appearance will force change into my gelatinous form, and being seriously tempted to eat an entire 6 dozen batch of cookie dough in one sitting. 

Which brings us to my new theory about life. It seems to me that everyone has a stupid month. It's that one time of year when everything feels like crap and you want to do something drastic to change your boring life, but nothing cool is happening and it's all boring, so what's the point? Then you lay on your couch wondering why you have no self control after you eat another piece of cheesecake. 

It doesn't always have to be the same month every year, but it usually is. Regardless, everyone hits that crappy phase of the year when you have no motivation and the tiniest of grievances sends you into a downward spiral of sadness and unmotivated sulking. February is definitely my month of suck. 

And it's laaaaaaaame. 

In light of this, I am going to assemble a list of awesome things that I must complete everyday before I set my nose to the grindstone of sharks made out of homework. 

Yay lists! (Personality #1 is pleased with lists)

Today: I am going to draw a picture of me punching a bear and post it on the internet because I can. 

Tomorrow: Clean out my iTunes. 
Tomorrow part 2: The first one sounds kind of like work to my sludge brain so I'm also going to eat a honey and banana sammich. 

Friday: Find a new song on YouTube to loop until someone stabs me for making their ears bleed. 

Saturday: Watch Phineas and Ferb

Sunday: Finally put my dinosaur computer to rest. Yes brain, I know this sounds like work, but it will make you feel better. I promise.
Fiiiiine you can also watch three random YouTube videos.

Monday: Go to bed before midnight. 

Tuesday: Make cookies and don't over cook them.

Poop! This year is leap year too. Why must I live through another day of crappy month? (I just said poop in a post. Classy, very classy.)

Wednesday: Buy a jar of nutella and proceed to eat with spoon. I know you're broke, but this last day of February caught you by surprise, but you lived like a freaking champ. 

Well that's that. Updates here as I embark on this quest of not sucking.

What are your guilty pleasures that you use to cope with suckiness?

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Happy 100th post to all you spambots clogging my inbox with comment notifications

So. Hi. *awkward wave*

I just logged in for the first time and months. And guys, I got 12 page views yesterday. I haven't blogged in a flipping year. I am so confused right now. Do people on the internet just not have lives and check back just in case I've actually posted something. Even though it's been a flipping year?! And I am not being hypocritical in this at all. Not one bit. I do not spend hours of my life on Tumblr. Or Pinterest. What?

Well I have been getting notifications of spam comments, so maybe it's from that. Probably. People are cooler than me and wouldn't stalk my long dead blog.
Huh. Well in that case, gather round my wonderful spambots, I am about to continue my usual rambling.

The reason I have decided to make a post, even though the shame of not blogging for a year is nearly intolerable, is because when I logged back into today out of sheer boredom and curiosity, I noticed that I had 99 posts.

Are you kidding me?

I couldn't have blogged once more and made it an even hundred. If any of my real people followers ever stumble across this post, I'm sure you've noticed I'm quite OCD and the fact that I only had 99 post would haunt me through the eternities. 99. One of the worst numbers ever. It has all the enormity of 100, without the guts to just finish.

Ahem, as per usual I have no idea what I'm talking about at this point.

The other reason I am blogging today is because as the highly responsible, totally not impulsive (and not sarcastic at all) person that I am, I have decided that I want to try blogging again.

So am I going to get cheers, an indifferent silence, or several handful of rotten tomatoes and other projectiles that are past their expiration dates to accompany the boos and hisses that I deserve after being gone an entire year? It's okay, I'll understand if I shall ever be a laughing stock in the blogging community.

And if I don't get laughed out, thoughts on perhaps moving to a new blog. Ya know, new start and all. I'd still keep this one around so you could all still read the old posts and stuff. Plus dorksideoftheforce was from forever ago and I want to come up with something new and equally childish is slightly juvenile.

Well this has been a delightfully boring post. There is no way I'm not going to get laughed out.

EDIT: How in the name of all that is holy DID I GAIN FOLLOWERS?!?! Why? I never understood why I gained followers when I actually blogged. I... I love you people.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Commencing Nonsense Transmission

WARNING: the following post will probably have no logical point to it.

Today I got a 5 hour nap. Isn't that just fantastic? Well, it's fantastic until it's 2 in the morning and you're not even remotely tired. Which is why I'm up writing a probably pretty random confusing blog post.

First off, pretty sure most of you are sitting on the edges of your seats wondering how call-backs for Les Miserables went (well, I can pretend people in the Internet care that much about my life when most of you are probably just waiting for me to inevitably [ha totally spelled that right on the first try] say something stupid to make you laugh like I always do)

I have mixed feelings about call-backs. For one, that day I ended up completely losing my voice and felt like I sounded pretty retarded at auditions. But on the other hand I learned today that I made it into ensemble (which is what I was going for), so I must not have sounded all that bad.

But lemme tell ya, the wait after auditions is soooo much more nerve racking than the auditions themselves. Because you have to sit there for days on end, torturing yourself with high hopes and an almost positive knowledge that you failed miserably. It's quite awful, but yet we theatre people seem to enjoy it for some reason. Now how does that work exactly? Don't ask me. I was never one to understand the way my own brain worked.

So yeah, practices should start this week. Super excited to be involved in a play instead if just watching my friends do it. I'm not sure what it is, but I just love being on the stage. It's my favorite place in the whole school. Something about being there puts my mind at ease, and I'm thrilled to finally feel like I actually belong there.

In other news, breaks have an odd effect on my creativity. You'd think I'd go crazy with all the things I want to do, but no, for some reason all the energy just leaves me and I spend the entire time sitting on my butt eating chocolate and watching episodes of Castle (fantastic TV show btw).

So this week I've gotten just about nothing done whatsoever, and I'm perfectly okay with that for once in my life. I've been running on close to nothing in my tank since before Christmas and i think I deserved a week to do nothing but probably gain some weight and anxiously wait for the cast list to be posted.

How was your week? Were you actually productive unlike a certain someone who should not be allowed to blog after midnight?

Monday, March 7, 2011

Les Miserables

Well first off I hope you noticed the shiny new template. Isn't it so bright and shiny and just begging for some Spring weather? I thought so. Which just figures, because outside is currently in a rather awful blizzard sort of state. I personally think it shouldn't be allowed to snow after February, but since when did anyone listen to my opinion on these things?

Ah well, today is still a rather fantastic day. In the first place, I got a very nice sweater from my best friend that is very warm. Secondly, I'm just about to make some tea.

*Puts the tea pot on to boil*

And now that I have that taken care of, thirdly, I made call-backs for the Les Miserables audition!

Waiting for my turn in the hallway, as they were closed auditions, was hilarious. There were about 50ish people waiting to try out, all nervous in some degree. A lot of people were practicing their audition songs, some were trying and failing at not freaking out, and most were acting extremely hyper and retarded (and I mean that as a good thing) to burn off energy. I just love theatre. It's always such a crazy party.

The audition itself went pretty well. Our duet went very smoothly. We remembered to project and managed to get the right note at the end, which is the one we kept messing up. The director asked us to each sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star so she could also hear our voices separately. That was hilarious, because I managed to forget the words! I mean really, who forgets the words to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? Ah well, I refuse to be too embarrassed, as it was my first audition.

We both still managed to impress her though, as we made the call-backs. Plus I learned that I can go a full octave higher than I thought I could when they tested my range. All in all a fantastic experience.

The real news shall be tomorrow after the final judgement day call-backs.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

I think almost dying counts as a 'Get out of jail free' card

On a scale of 1 to plague, I had the plague.

Some of you may know that my life is a delicately balanced thing. I cram so many different creative things in, plus a social life, and a 4.0 GPA. Sometimes it's all I can do not to pass out half way through the day.

Well, a while ago I had a pretty big group project for one of my classes. All was well, everyone had their assignments. Ha. Haha. My previous delusions are amusing. Anyway, my group pretty much ditched me with everything at the last minute, so I had to stay up until 4:30-5:00 in the morning to finish the project by myself. Because for me, no amount of sleep is worth my 4.0. A little obsessive? Perhaps, but that's me for you.

Unfortunately getting about an hour of sleep puts your immune system on shut down mode. And just about everyone of my friends had some sort of illness. The result? I caught them all. Yes, I had a fever, aches, a huge migraine, chills, a stuffed up nose, a nasty sore throat, and probably a few other things I've forgotten. AND on top of all of this, for several reasons I practically refuse to take meds for just about anything. So I literally felt like I was going to die before I broke down and took some IBProfen.

Remember my delicately balanced life I mentioned earlier? Well that was like dropping an elephant, a school bus, and a nuclear bomb on one side of my scale. It's taken some serious scrambling and sheer luck to get on top of things again without totally losing what little sanity I've been saving up for just such an occasion.

Yeah, this made it really hard to do anything fun for a long while. But hey, I still have a 4.0 and I managed not to blow up at any of my friends from the stress, so I'll count my blessings here.

But now I'm finally over all that! I've been sewing, I'm going to the Dancesport Nationals next week, and I'm trying out for Les Miserables tomorrow. So I'm getting even more busy with fun stuff! Wish me luck! I'll be sure to share how the tryouts go, because they should be freaking awesome (I get to sing "I'll Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan as duet with my best friend :D)

In other news, I've had pizza just about everyday this week, and I'm still losing weight. That ladies and gents, takes some freaking talent. Yeah... don't ask where I was going with that....