Count your blessings, Mr. T-Rex.

A few comics I found that I think are brilliant. The first describes me so perfectly, I just couldn't resist:

So me. On so many levels.
The next is a reminder to always count your blessings. Cuz think of that poor, poor T-rex who will never get his wish. It makes you wanna cry.

Apart from that, I don't think I have much to say.
Oh, I'm in Canada right now. Neat, eh?
Till next time!

Dino-riffic

I found this comic extremely cute:

Totally made my day. Especially since I can totally relate to people misreading my face as me being miserable, when in reality I'm just daydreaming about awesome things. Like the Doctor. Or Dinosaurs. Or dinner.

So...yep. Happy now, Ashton??

New Look, New Posts

I'm bbbaaaaccckkkk!!!!
Yes, I know. I've abandoned this blog for several months now. But I do find it amusing that in the time I've been silent, I have gained a few more followers. Maybe they're trying to send me a message of some sort. ;)

I hate to say it, but I had completely forgotten about my tiny blog until earlier this morning, when a friend posted their blog on facebook(*cough cough* Argentum et Aes *cough cough*)After reading it, I was thought, "Maybe I should get a blog...wait a minute...I already do! Sweet!"

Unless you are just as oblivious as I can be at times, you've probably noticed that the look has changed. It indeed has. When I rediscovered my blog, I found myself bored with the look. So, out with the old, and in with the new, as they say. I don't know about you, but I like it. I guess my taste is changing, and I'm starting to like teal/turquoise/aqua colors. Even though none of these actually are those colors, it was the closest I could get. =P

I just wanna say that I am planning on updating my blog more often now. It might slow down again when school starts up in the fall, but I'll try and at least say "hi" a couple times.



And now for a random motivational picture:

Until next time! Adieu!

that awkward moment when....

So I realized lately that I've been through quite a few awkward moments recently, and also that I haven't posted here for a while. So, I put two and two together, and voila! Here you are:

That awkward moment when...

~I have so much stuff I know I should be doing right now, that I just don't wanna do it.

~ I'm posting something here, where nobody will ever read it.

~ your friend's boyfriend tries to hold your hand, mistaking you for her.

~^shortly afterwards, your friend holds your hand, too, also mistaking you for her boyfriend.

~^After that one, you decide not to sit between couples again. ;)

~ you're saying hi to an old friend you haven't seen a while, and they're looking at you like, "Dude, I freaking hate you. Why are you talking to me??"

~ you wanna be there for someone, but they won't let you.

~ you realize that maybe you're being just a little too creepy to your sister, cuz she's starting to pick up on it and do it back to you... >.>

~ you realize your leg randomly twitches to an invisible beat when you talk to people

~you're the only one in a full room of dancing people not dancing

~You tell yourself all the school work you're GONNA do today, and you end up on facebook for an hour.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I just find life kinda interesting sometimes....=P

Today

Today, I woke up.
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Later, I died.
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 Then I came back again.
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Now I wanna just go and die again.
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And there you have it, folks. My day. I hate being sick. And my stupidity for going for a jog while being sick. That's why I died. But I came back somewhere in the shower afterwards. And now I wanna go die in my warm, fluffy bed, and ignore the aspect of getting up tomorrow morning.


Oh, and in other news, I had a poptart today. Totally. Made. My. Day. <3
Sometimes it's the little things that help you make it through a rough day...

All great thoughts happen in the shower.

That's right. Ever heard of Albert Einstein? He was a genius- but only in the shower!! All his brains came from the shower. Socrates? Plato? Aristotle? Shower. Shower. Shower. Trust me. I wrote my entire Persuasive speech draft last year in the shower.

But our shower has a slight problem. You see, there are 9 of us who live in the house, 4 of which use the "girls' shower". But I believe our shower has a curse. Every time a shampoo or conditioner bottle gets to the point where there's only about an inch of stuff left in it, it becomes invisible to the naked eye. And so what does the average person do? Grab another one! And when you've got 4 people using the same shampoo, and conditioner, all of whom have longer hair, we go through it FAST. Which means "empty" bottles that really still have an inch or so left end up accumulating, and because they're all invisible, nobody notices.

That is, until your shower ends up being so covered in "empty" shampoo and conditioner bottles, there's only about 2 inches of room left for you to stand in. That's usually when people start noticing.

That happened a few days ago for us. We realized that we were really showering in "empty" bottles, so we made a ban on opening new ones until we use them all up. Due to having to use multiple flavors to get rid of the bottles, we have just created a shampoo/conditioner version of Stride's mystery gum(you're welcome, Stride). Every time we walk out the shower, we've got 3 different flavors in our hair. I believe I have strawberries 'n' cream, tea therapy, free me freesia, and pantene in my hair right now. It's quite an interesting smell.

But so far, we've gotten pretty far...I believe we've gone from somewhere around 25 bottles to 13. But there is one bottle in particular that scares me: The Coconut conditioner. You see, once upon a time, I was all for coconut. Coconut conditioner, coconut lifesavers, almond joys, coconut oil, you name it. I loved it. But then there was this one incident. To make sense, I'll have to go back a few years:

For around 5 consecutive years, every year on Christmas, our entire family came down with the stomache flu. We have our own various theories of why this happened, such as a way to get out of family reunions, but regardless, it happened. We have pictures of us opening our presents, buckets and all. Anyways, one particular Christmas, my brother had gotten me a box of chocolates.

I knew I shouldn't have, but I was miserable, so I did.

You guessed it.

I ate one.

Chocolate Hazelnut chocolate drop, to be precise.

And then I lay down, and took a nap. When I awoke, I felt it coming. But it was too late to do anything. I vomitted all over myself, my clothes, the floor, and...my hair.

Now to explain where all the coconut-hate comes in: Seeing how I was covered in my own yuckiness, I went upstairs to take a shower. The conditioner I used was coconut. Now I can't stand the smell of coconut. Whenever I see coconuts, I see evil red eyes and fangs on 'em. They're out to get me. I know it.

(Another interesting thing is that I can stand coconut but only if it's covered in chocolate. I guess Chocolate really does cover a multitude of sins. ;) )

Rawr!

So.
Been a while, hasn't it?
Hm, not much has happened since last time...
Oh, we had Christmas and the calendar turned over again. Has a funny habit of doing that every so often. Catches me unawares every time.
But besides from that...not much. But, I still feel the need to post something, so this sad pathetic little blog doesn't die and go to a sad, pathetic place, where fairies steal your lollipops and turn into poptarts. Actually, that doesn't sound so sad and pathetic, but that's beside the point.
So, I'm gonna post a post about nothing and randomness. I guess that technically, randomness isn't "nothing", but if you're really so smart that you know that, then you should be off doing something smart, instead of reading this. ;)
And now for a picture of a dinosaur:

...I know your heart stopped just then. RAWR!! IMMA EAT YOU!! Speaking of which, I had the easiest biology lesson ever the other day. It was about dinosaurs. The only challenging part was turning the pages with my teeth, cuz my arms were too short. Why are T-Rex arms so darn SMALL??? It's a pain. You can't hold ANYTHING with them! Rrraaawwwwrrrr.....Oops, now it's time to fill my dino-tummy with yummy dino-food. Rawr!

...I don't really know what to call this one....

It has come to my attention that my posts lately have been too serious, and have given some a false impression of what I'm really like in reality. I do not want my readers(however few, if any, you may be) to have a false idea about me, so I'm going to give you all a brief story to give you an idea of how my mind works.

Last night, I was tired, and ready to get to bed at 7:00. However, I knew that if I were to do that, I would be awake at 2:00 in the morning, crying over the fact that I was so stupid 7 hours earlier to go to bed so early. So, reluctantly, I got back out of bed, and flitted around online doing pointless, stupid things for a few hours. Around 10:00, I started to get that feeling where it feels as though there's a little garden gnome in your head, gouging out your eyes from the inside out. Ever get that feeling? I decided that I should probable get to bed, before I look like this:

But, before I walked up our mountain of stairs, I realized I was kinda hungry, so I went to the kitchen and, naturally, opened the fridge. After standing there with the fridge door open for a few minutes, I reached the point where I became conscious of the fact that I was standing there with the fridge door open. Isn't it weird, how your mind totally zones out for a few minutes, and then when it comes back, you always find yourself in front of the fridge? I think it must have something to do with how our bodies are programmed, because it always happens, without fail. Our bodies must be thinking this:

Anywho, so when my brain finally came back from La La land, and I found myself in front of the fridge, I grabbed the first thing I saw. Which happened to be some left over pizza from the night before. Two days ago, my parents had gone shopping, and picked up some weird Greek Pizza. It was supposed to be really fancy, high-end pizza. And I guess to some, it was. But for me, all I want on my pizza is tomato sauce, lots of cheese, and various types of meat. Forget all the nasty veggies(Oops, uh, kids, veggies may be yucky, but you should still eat them. It gives you an idea of how you can torture your own kids when you're older). It's the good stuff I want. I popped a slice in the microwave, and a minute later, pulled it out. It wasn't until now I that I comprehended what it was I was actually going to be eating. I looked at it. Here's what it looked like:

I thought that maybe I could just pull all the nasties off, and just eat what's left. I did so, and what was left was some weird cheese, and a piece or two of chicken. But I ate it anyways. And, besides finding a mushroom or two(those things are SO darn hard to pick off!!), it was pretty good. I then climbed our Mount Everest of a staircase, and climbed into my oh, so, soft bed and feel asleep, letting my mind to wander and dream magical things.
The End
of a pointless story with no real ending or meaning. Besides, maybe campaigning veggies to kids so they know which ones will torture their kids the most. To be honest, that's the only reason I'M eating 'em...so eat up, kids!!

It had been a long, cold day....

It had been a long, cold day. Tired, cold, and shivering I desperately wanted - no, needed- warmth. Wildly I looked around, storming my brain for how I could find It, losing my sanity over It. And then it hit me. There was a place where warmth was given. A place where you could receive a short, blissful time, before leaving again, out into the harsh, cold world. Hastily, I ran. Ran as if there were a billion spiders chasing me. Ran for all it was worth. And...yes! Yes! I snatched It, before anybody else could claim It as theirs. Before It would turn me away, claiming to be taken.

I entered that place, expecting warmth and a short time where I could be at peace. And I found it. I stood there, as close as I possibly could, absorbing that warmth. That heat. I started to regain my sanity, and I could feel that wonderful, blissful feeling of peacefulness and reassurance creeping back. But as quickly as I had found It, It vanished. Coldness, bitter coldness replaced It. In dismay, I cried out. I started to run away, to try and seek warmth else where, but then I was reminded. This warmth had been given to me for a price. I had made a deal. I had agreed that for that happy, happy time of warmth, no matter how brief, I would complete a task. I had no choice. Hesitantly, I went back, and reluctantly entered that cold, miserable world. Teeth chattering, I went to work, trying to finish it as quickly as I could. But, alas, time was distorted. For every second in the outside world I was there, as I stood there, it felt like a year. I gritted my teeth, and continued.

Twice, I thought of leaving the job unfinished. It hadn't been a fair deal. It hadn't kept up Its side of the deal, why should I keep up mine? But no. I had to be honest, even if It wouldn't. I kept at it. What felt like a century later, I finished. I darted out of there as fast as I could, so fast, even a lioness lunging at its prey would be impressed. I went away disappointed and miserable, continuing in my search for comfort. Maybe next time, I told myself. Next time I wouldn't be cheated out of It. Next time I would be given what I rightfully deserved. Next time.



......I hate cold showers.

Monsters are real

Fear. We all have it. Some more than others. Even the bravest, most daring people still have that one fear that they'd rather die than have to face. But I've been thinking of a more specific fear, instead of that giant list of little things you feel uncomfortable around, or your inability to explore dark rooms alone. I'm talking of a fear that makes you stop and want to hide, that makes you want dive into your safe spot, and never come out again. That fear that we all know we'll have to face sooner or later. I'm not talking about death, but a fear unique to everyone.

For instance, I know guys who are deathly afraid to have kids when they're older, in case they lose their wife in childbirth. But, chances are, that's a fear they're going to have to face. I know girls who are scared stiff to get into a relationship, or even get close to a guy, in case he turns around and beats her, or even rapes her. But chances are, she's going to have to overcome it. I personally am currently scared of growing up. Not the mature aspect, but the real aspect. Like, what am I going to do with my life? I have only one shot, I can't blow it. And I'm reaching that part now when I have to decide. And I'm scared! The ironic part is, I also feel a yearning to grow up and move on with life. Obviously, this is one I'm going to have to work out.

But why is fear so prevalent in life? Why does everybody have at least one thing that makes them want to dive back under their covers, and hide from the "scary monster" like a child at night? Why can't we all just grow up, and stop imagining monsters in our closets?

I think the reason is because there ARE monsters in our closets. Many of these fears are very, very real. Even though we tend to blow them up to be more than they really are, they're still there. Even today, 1 out of every 1,000 women in the U.S. dies during childbirth. Even though that's a LOT better than it was years ago, it's still a very daunting figure for husbands and expecting mothers. On average, 1 out of 5 women will be sexually assaulted by the time she turns 25(I can't remember the exact statistic, but it's something like that....). And as for my current fear today, I've seen so many people die-on TV, in the newspaper, online, even close relatives and friends-and all that their friends and relatives could look at when they were gone was their sad, pathetic, wasted life. I don't want that to happen. I don't want my life to be wasted. I don't want to wake up one day when I'm 80, and feel as though I've wasted it all. Feel as though I should have just ended it when I was 20, and spare the life-long misery and pointlessness.

The fact is, Monsters are real. That scary, tentacled-monster, that you imagined lying under your bed with fangs two feet long, dripping with blood, glowing red, never-blinking eyes, and sharp claws, just sitting there, waiting to snatch you and gobble you up the second you try and poke your foot out of your bed to go to the bathroom was real. And it's gotten even scarier and bigger over the years.

So the question isn't about whether or not there are monsters under your bed. It's about who you're going to run to. Remember how you used to bolt down the hall as fast as you could, and dive into your parents' bed, where you imagined there to be some sort of safety force-field against that monster? Now that that's no longer an option, where are you going to run? Who are you going to seek safety from? I know where I'm hiding. But what about you? That monster is too big to face on your own. Who are you going to hide behind, now that you're too tall to hide behind your mother's skirt? This is a question we all need to ask ourselves. I know where I'm going to hide and be safe. Do you?