Friday, December 31, 2010

Yeah, Clooney is pretty cool

Watching Goldeneye with my Pa, I was like "what's that guy from?" and my Dad's like "Sharp" and then he's like "and who's that other guy?" ho ho, I can see he's setting me up for this one. And I'm all "Pierce freakin' Brosnan, only the coolest guy ever...except for George Clooney"
And we agreed that Clooney is indeed very cool.

Sometimes I wonder what Pa would think of my blog, other than thinking I'm utterly insane and trying to somehow stop my reading of all things fanfiction (as if he could), I'm not sure what he would do...he would know all my secrets. I don't think he would really know what to do with them though. I'd find more! Nothing can stop me! Mwahah!

Yeah, not so much.

On another note, can Bond speak like every language or what? Because that freakin' awesome.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

I usually wake up earlier than other people

My body is well clocked. It takes a fair amount of time to convince my body to not wake up at 7:00 AM every morning, even if I stayed up all night, it still insists on getting up at 7:00. Here is what I do when I wake up earlier than the host of a sleepover.

- Write things that never happened/never will happen on the other person's calendar and see if they notice (this could take a while)
- If their calendar has photos on it, draw on those photos. I like to give each person in the photo a persona. This also works on animals.
- Go to the bathroom
- Get a glass of water
- Go to the bathroom again.
- Lie in bed and let your mind wander
- Read fanfiction on their computer
- Blog on their computer (I am not doing that right now)
- Play any games they have on their computer
- Wander around the house
- Hang out with any siblings
- Hang out with their mum! There is a high chance you will score some brownie points and possible brownies from this
- Rearrange the posters on their wall and see if they notice
- Think about what you're going to do the next day
- Think about time travel and how if someone were to travel back in time to your childhood and screwed something up, your whole future and present would change
- Then think about how the could have already happened, but you wouldn't know it
- Then think about how it wouldn't have changed because it was supposed to happen, so therefore it isn't different to what your life is like now because it would have already happened because the future, past and present are all happening at the same time.
- Keep going on this thought path until you explode with how incomprehensible and confusing time travel is
- Read this blog and explode
- Imagine you have super powers
- Run somewhere, like full on sprint down the street and back
- Contemplate how people can be Team Jacob, when it doesn't make any sense. It's like a rigged game, everyone knows who's going to win, it's like betting on the horse than can't walk. If you hate Edward so much, why don't you read another freakin' book?
- Take pictures from strange perspectives on your phone
- Sit outside and stare at the sky.
- If it's raining imagine the sky and imagine clouds that look like things.

That's all I've got, see you guys next time!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

I want a dragon

Dragons are where it's at, you guys. Dogs, cats, ponies, birds, they're in the past. Dragons are the future.

I want a dragon. I'll ride it to the store to buy bread. I'll take it for walks around the neighbourhood. I'll feed it fish. I'll keep it in my garage. I want one.


I just watched How To Train Your Dragon. Loved it. I cried like three times. That's embarrassing... That freakin' kid took his damn time when freeing his dragon. It's like, hey, maybe do something while they're buckling your dragon to that boat. Maybe make some sort of commotion or burn down a house. Maybe set fire to a boat and then while everyone is freaking out about the fire, you could free your dragon. Ugh! Damn, not real, people in movies, can't do anything right.

So that's why I want a dragon.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The thing about the internet is...

You don't when like anything happens, unless you use it. And then, I still have very little idea of what's going on.

Around the interwebs I had heard of a Doctor Who "Christmas special". I was very excited, except from the small bits I had read about it, I couldn't figure out when it was on. I still don't know when it was on... might have been yesterday, I do not know. The only reason I knew it had happened was because a fellow Doctor Who fan, ElectricFaerieDust, had asked if we, viewers, had liked the "Christmas special". So I'm all like "I missed it. MUST WATCH NOW!" and now I'm really excited.


New thing.

You know what pisses me off and makes me feel like a bit of geezer?

Freakin' texting/emailing/all that kind of thing and the lack of inflection or tone. You never know when people are being sarcastic, passive aggressive, bitchy, joking, pissed, sleepy, in a bit of a rush, sick, headachy, more variations of over all pissed off-ery, other things that involve using a different tone to normal speaking.

And people that suddenly get mad and just happen to be texting you and then you don't know if their texts are actually all bitchy or if they just worded it badly and didn't actually mean anything at all.

I have a friend that seems to get grumpy at a certain time of night. And it's like they're mad for no reason at all, but they don't realise it, they think they're reason for being cranky is completely understandable. It's not. People need to calm down.

Also, Justin Beiber. The Beebs pisses me off. So much.

WOODFORD!

That's right, went to Woodford for a day and a night. So glad I went.

Saw Kate Miller-Heidke sing-rapping "The Real Slim Shady". It was so sick. And yes, I would advise people to youtube that, because it's amazing and I've listened to it like seven times and I plan to continue the non-stop Kate-Miller Heidke/Eminem rampage of amazing listening.

I'm listening to it right now.

I saw some awesome comedy where the comedian asked the audience if she should reenact her proposal, of course, we all went wild. Must see that. So she got a volunteer to play her husband and, of all the people, the audience decided we liked the half naked, muscular, man in rolled down wetsuit. It was hilarious.

I read a lot. I don't fare well sleeping in tents, so I read my book (Club Dead by Charlaine Harris and then Dead to the World) in the light of my phone sitting on my shoulder.


At one point some security guy said, and I do quote, "Keep moving, hippy". Outrageous. Although I did look like a bit of a hippy, with my fishermen pants tucked into my knee high stripy socks, in my wellies.

So fun!

And now I'm all clean and comfy, attaching Nigella cook things. You guys know how much I love Nigella.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Once I start, I can't seem to stop

When I write a post, I get caught up in my writing and all creative (and a little weird) and then I have a crazy urge to write something, but usually when I write, I'll just write until all my creative juices are out and then I'll never finish the story and then I'll be sad. So intend, I just write like a million blog posts in one night about nothing and only post the less strange ones (Yes, it could get weirder than this).


Butterflies are such an odd feeling, literally like a few butterflies are stuck in your chest or stomach and are trying frantically to get out.

Sometime it's nice, all anticipationy and excitable. Sometimes, not so much, all panicy and so not wanting to do that drama performance-y. It intrigues me that butterflies come in such a variety. Doesn't seem like they're ever the same. Right now, I've got lots of OHMYGODI'MSOEXCITED butterflies all up in my chest. And also some that are like "oh man, I really hope I don't suddenly develop car sickness and throw up everywhere." or "Don't get too excited, you guys, what if it's not as good as you think it'll be?" - those are the reasonable butterflies.

Okay, starting to sound like a crazy person, I don't think I'll post this one, or at least not all of it.

But then again, I don't like editing and re-editing my posts, they never seem completely me, if I've read through them over and over and pieced them together. I think I'll leave it how it is.

Yep, let's do it.

I'm gonna go read some more True Blood now, I've been trying to read a book a day, seems kinda impressive, but I'd usually read atleast twenty chapters of fanfic which are about ten thousand words each and these books only have like twelve chapters a book, so, so far, so good.

Good God, I hate you, The Sims 3

I bought you ages ago and I've hardly been able to play you. Do you not like World Adventures? Is this what your problem is? If I uninstall it, will you stop being such a jerk? I doubt it, but I'll try, anything to please you, Sims 3.

Nope, you still aren't happy. How are you not "compatible" with the base game? You were made for each other, guy, come on. Soul mates, two peas in a pod, two halves of one soul, all that shizz, that's you and The Sims 3 base game. Why can't you love each other the way I love you?! Why, Sims 3? Why?!

You make me sad face. I don't like to sad face. It distracts me from reading about vampires and makes me focus solely on trying to friggin' fix you, which is seeming impossible at this point.

I'm thinking I'll email EA Games, but the last time I emailed someone about something relating to computers...well, it left me a bit angry. Freakin' Alfredo and his inability to fix my problems. It should even happen, okay, you guys!? Stuff like my True Bloods not playing just shouldn't happen. It makes me very mad.

On a much a happier note, OH MY GOD, GUYS, WOODFORD TOMORROW! FREAKIN' WOODFORD! Kate Miller-Heidke, the girl crush of my life is playing and I'm so excited, I could pee my pants (if I were wearing any. See: Things I do when I'm bored, not numbered, but go to number 9.) So excited!! It's most likely gonna be rainy and floody and muddy, and I'm probably going to slip and fall on my ass, but it'll totally be worth it! And I'm camping with my best bud at Tent City (Yiii!) and I'm super excited as I've only been excited once before in my life and the tents at Tent City are apparently really waterproof and not totally horrible, so that's nice. And hot water, you guys!
Well that's put me in a better mood. Thanks, Kate Miller-Heidke.