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.

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?

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.

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....

The cone of shame

You'll have to excuse the quality of this post. I'm quite out of practice. Well, either that or I'm just crazy, but either way you have my apologies.


Well, there I was. Going about my daily life when one of my great bloggy friends stopped by this forgotten wasteland of a blog that was once awesome to remind me that it had in fact been three entire months since I had posted. Three entire months! The shame of it!

You see, back in October or so I had a really crazy stretch of insanity and stress, so I decided that unfortunately blogging had to go on the back burner for a least a little while. One crazy week lead to another stress-filled one, and soon enough blogging went into that part of the brain where your new years resolutions go a few weeks into February.

But thanks to Pixie Needle I'm back to rule the blogosphere once again!

Now, I'm not going to give a complete or coherent summery of what I've been doing over the last three months, because it would take forever, and if you've been following this blog for any amount of time you'll know I can't manage to be coherent very often. I'll probably give some updates on say my sewing ventures of the past few months (the sad few) but not on the general craziness of life.

Also, I'm probably going to stick to posting on the weekends for now, because life is still crazy and I can't guarantee I'll be able to post more than that.

And I'm pretty sure this place needs an overhaul, cause it's quite dusty around here and it's almost time for Spring cleaning anyway (well, not really. But I keep telling myself that if I hope for Spring enough it'll come earlier)

On another note, I apologize for being a bad follower, but there is no way I'm getting caught up on everything I missed in the past three months. That would be absolute madness, and I like to save my madness for special occasions. And 3 a.m. And whenever else I feel like it. Which is not this time.

And now for you viewing pleasure, a visual representation of how I feel about ditching for three months.

My feeling towards blogging right now

Remind me what I was apologizing for again?

I just spent way too much time procrastinating on some English homework I need to finish by Monday. I was reading blogs. I procrastinated so long I'm pretty sure my eyeballs could fall out any second from staring at the computer screen so long. Yes, I still mutter about why I need glasses.

Also, don't you think slightly really stale cinnamon rolls are the most wonderful things ever? You know as you eat them that you are having more sugary goodness than is strictly awesome for trying to lose weight without actually eating something that is really worth that sacrifice. Plus you have to try to type your blog post with one hand. Which takes a while. (Bwa ha ha ha. Time I actually have right now. Fall break FOR THE WIN!!!)
If you haven't guessed already, my brain to finger filter is not really working

But on to the point that I'm sure the title is hinting at. It's been a bit over a week since I posted last, and as I signed into blogger today, this made me feel guilty again. Not only has it been 10 whole bajillion days since I posted, it's been about 10 bazillion (which is a lot more than 10 bajillion, in case you were wondering) weeks since I've posted regularly, or about interesting things. This made me feel even more guilty, so I read other blogs instead of posting. Which is usually what happens when I post lately. I feel guilty, go read blogs, come back and write an apologetic and probably slightly boring post.

But sometime during a hilarious story about cake I decided to stop feeling bad about it. Because honestly, no matter how hilarious and awesome and inspiring and.... etc. the bloggy world can be, the 'real' world is more important. The homework that has been slightly overwhelming this year is more important. The new awesome friends I have are more important. Getting more than three hours of sleep is more important. And having time to sit for five minutes and let my brain unwind is more important. I don't think I should apologize for that any more.

I'm sure this post is incredibly enjoyable for my readers, because I just told you you aren't at the top of my priority list. But trust me, this is actually good news for you too.

I don't promise any sort of blogging schedule, cause I know I can't stick to one right now, but I do promise that no matter how long I disappear for, I'll make an awesome and worthwhile post, instead of apologizing again and again and again.

Yeah.... so with that I'm going to go eat another cinnamon roll, squint at my computer screen, and mutter things about nonsense.

In which too much awesome stabbed my blog in the face

Have you ever put something off? Even though you enjoy it?

I love to blog. It's the best. But this past week, I kept putting it off. During my quest to catch up on blog reading (more on that later) I started noticing themes in the blogs I read. Some are craft dedicated, some are inspirational, some are just plain hilarious, some are full of writing advice, and some are full of the stuff that happens to people every day. Whatever the theme was, it seems like every stinkin' blog has a theme. 

Which made me very unsure about my blog all of a sudden. Cause some of you may have noticed I hop all over the place. One day, it's about my semi-inspired musings. Another day it'll be about the shirt I sewed AND how I fell down the stairs. I don't really think that what I blog about is boring or anything per say, but it's completely random. And I started to panic. Like some how I was breaking the rules and was going to fail any second if I didn't choose a theme SOON! AHH! PANIC!!!!

Which is, of course, completely ridiculous. This is my blog, and there are no rules except the ones I choose. So there weird, internal voice of mine.

After I told my panic to shut up, I did seriously think about it though. And I couldn't decide what I wanted to do. So I just didn't blog.

And I'm still kinda undecided, but I'm still going to blog in my usual random fashion until I do decide.

What do you think? Do you like my random blogging? Or should I stop switching topics so easily?




In other news, I've been trying very hard to get caught up on my blog reading. Even when I'm gone for a month, I read everything I missed, and try to comment as much as I can. Because I'm a loyal follower like that. Unfortunately, I follow a lot of blogs. And about 40% of them write a post everyday. Which makes for a lot of reading.

All this means that though I've been reading a lot all week, I'm still not caught up. Don't worry awesome people with blogs that start with a letter like S, I'm coming  :P

Sorry, alphabetically is the only way I can do it without getting hopelessly confused. It doesn't mean your less awesome if I haven't read your blogs yet.

Yeah... I think that's all for now. Thanks for reading my rambles :D

*cricket cricket*

Hi... So some of you may or may not have noticed that I've been gone for a month.....


Oops.


To be fair, it wasn't all my fault. You see, I was abducted by lab rats from Somalia...
Oh who am I kidding? A funny story (*cough* homework troll *cough*) isn't enough to explain this one.


At the beginning of this month, I got pretty sick, which is weird for me. Seriously, my family can get like the plague or something, and I'll be fine. But yeah, I got sick.


Not blogging during sickness is cool right?


This next part is my fault though. I had two weeks or so where I was fine, but I had entered 


The end of school insanity zone!


Still, I should have blogged. Cause I didn't have that much on my plate. 


This last week was the very last week of school, and I was excited to finally have time to blog (note:end of school=no assignments whatsoever) But! I got sick again! GAH! 
And this time I'm pretty sure it was the plague. For a while I couldn't even sit up. 
For this last week, I plead not guilty.


But really? I should have been able to blog once this month.


*sorry face*


So this week, I shall get all caught up on reading other blogs again, cause I really have missed all you amazing people. I'll comment again. And who knows? We might actually get into some cool stuff on my blog :D


Friends? I swear I'll get back into the blogosphere.

A siege by a particularly nasty Troll, or a look into my sleep deprived brain, you decide

*pokes head over the side of a castle tower*
Hello down there! What am I doing in a tower you might ask?
*growl from near by woods*
Ahhh yes, that would be the Homework Troll. He's quite a nasty fellow. Growls and moans all day long. He's also why I'm up in a tower. You see, after my challenge/warning I gave last week, he decided he wouldn't be out done. So I'm stuck here, under siege, in an old castle. He even stole the shipment of grenades I was expecting. Now isn't that rude?
Oh bother, I am getting quite tired of shouting down to you. Come on in. What? Oh no, don't worry. The troll lets others come and go as they please. Heck, he even escorts some of them across the draw bridge. No, his quarrel is with me.
*draw bridge is lowered and door open enough for you to pass through*
*a servant escorts to a drawing room with a very large fire place*
Oh hello! I'm sorry about all this, but the troll will not let me come out under any circumstances. Not until his demands are met. And unfortunately, there are a lot of them. Oh bother, I seem to be getting ahead of myself. Here, sit down next to the fire, and I shall tell you the tale of my week....
When I last talked to you, things were going well. The small trenches and sand bags I put up against the Troll seemed to hold up, and the machine guns worked quite nicely. But no! My sister came home from collage right then. And while I was distracted with greeting her, and goofing off for a bit, the Troll sent his ninjas around the back of my camp, while the Troll made a frontal assault. Surrounded on all sides, I had no choice but to retreat to the distant castle. He surrounded the castle, and told me that I would have as much food as I wanted, as many visitors as would come, and I wouldn't even have to clean the castle. But under no circumstances would I be allowed to leave to my computer until I met his demands. And the list is long. And that's where you found me, over a week later.
Sure, the list is shorter than it was, and I even had my sister here all week to keep me company, but I was still separated from my computer, and all the blog things I do.
Now my sister has left, sadly. But! It is not all bad! Using her genius, as a final act of awesomeness, she snuck a computer to me here under siege! I won't tell you the details, for they are highly confidential, but needless to say, I have access to the interwebz again. The siege still goes, and I work on the list of demands, but hopefully I will now also have the time to blog.
Ah, you best be going now. It's getting late, and the Troll may let you back across the bridge, but the journey through the forest won't be so easy. Farewell! And I hope to see you soon.
*types furiously on an English paper*


Yeah.... so my week may not have been quite that exciting, but you get the idea :P
I'm back! And hopefully I won't be gone that long again!
Tomorrow's forecast, content!

Yeah, recharge is good. But it took over my weekend :P

You ever have one of those weekends where you just don't want to do anything? Yeah...... oops.
I went to see a movie. (how to train you dragon. Awesome)
I typed out a blog post, but realized that the hyperness would probably scar most people for life.
I got a book from the book store. (ok, so that was cool :D)

Yes, I finally got my copy of The Hunger Games. I know I know, behind the times. But hey! I actually did it, so I guess that counts for something.

I'm really tired though, so I don't think I'll actually get around to saying anything today.  Just letting you know I didn't die, or get carried off by demon posts.