BB guns are not just great for shooting, but for poking things as well.

For some strange reason, I have just taken real notice of my blog obbesssion. Maybe it's because I have nearly 25 blogs in my favorites list of people whom I don't even know (yeah that's right, I just used the word "whom" in a sentance". Or maybe it's because I've spent two days working on a blog that isn't even mine.

Meh. It was worth it. Yeah, peaches, I'm talkin' to you. :)

Disappointment trailed me today. I was going to go and eat at the Ground Round today, only to find that BOTH of the ones near me had closed down. The disaster is nearly unspeakable.

Obviously not entirely otherwise I wouldn't be mentioning it here.

It sucks. It really does. One of the few decent resturants around where I live just had to go and kick the proverbial bucket. Instead I had to settle for a Perkins. Most definetly not an improvement. As I told my Mom as we drove out, it was "substandard in comparison".

I'm a bit of a critic when it comes to my general, family style restaurants.

With that said, I have sufficiently updated my blog enough for today/tonight. I am now going to go and pretend that no one else exists but me and my computer.

Drowning In darkness sinking towards the end of the world..

Okay, here's the deal: I had a respectably long, faintly interesting blog post ready this morning to post. Low and behold what did the site do when I hit the "Publish Post? button? DELETE MY POST. That said, I'm not going to go through the trouble of rewriting the thing all over again. Heh. But I felt the need to update anyway.

EDIT: Nevermind. Heh. I just looked at my blog again and it seems the site decided to work and show my post from this morning. Let us all pretend to be happy and rejoice. Or not. *shrug*

For the last six hours or so, I've been stuck doing my Mom's paperwork. Why? I have no idea. It seems I've become a servant or something. It's moments like these when I just want to take a lighter to that paperwork and laugh manically as it all burns to ashes.

However, for the sake of having the internet, I'll restrain myself.

School starts next Thursday. Ugh. I don't know what the fucking idiots were thinking when they threw together my schedule. For the first semseter, I have the earliest lunch..which is at the ungodly early hour of 10:30. Then, second semseter I have the latest lunch which is at the ungodly hour of around 1:00. WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT? Gee, are they just trying to torture me as much as humanly and inhumanly possible?!?

Meh. Probably.

And then it seems I'm stuck in a class called "BLS Resource", which if you don't know is a REALLY "special ed" sort of class. Just for the record, I DO NOT belong in such a class. That most definetly is a mistake that I will be taking up with the not so friendly office personel.
And finally, to conclude my little self rant about my schedule and such, my locker is in a sucky place....located right next to that special ed classroom. Oh. Joy. So not only do I get stuck in that class, but I'm forced to have a locker right near it which just so happens to be in the most congested hallway in the school.

Thanks so much, Staff of my High School. I now officially hate you even more than before..if that is even possible.

Oh and..

I've noticed something that has been bothering the hell of out me, so just to get it out of my head , I'll share it. My blog title and URL is Death In Flames. Indeed, a cool name, but there are obviously no flames in this template and I have no intention on changing it. I really don't want to change my name or URL so this is going to just have to remain the way it is.

But hey, at least I pointed it out.

Rain is great...unless you're standing in it for four hours.

I did not update yesterday. Meh. I wanted to, and yet the Fates that Control the Internet felt the need to exert their power over my entrance into the cyber realm. Damn them.

Slept in today. Really wish I hadn't. You know, me and that whole dispise-sleep-with-a-passion thing. I did however end up watching two movies (neither willingly). The first was Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen.

Well if that isn't a chick flick I don't know what is.

A seizure nearly occured because of all the color. I HATE colors. All films should be in dark...dark tones. Yes...MUAHAHHHAAHA. Needless to say, the movie sucked, though was vaguely funny.

The second was Thelma and Louise. It was funnier than aforementioned movie, but I can't stand southern accents. And honestly, was it REALLY necessary to blow up that Semi?

Heh. Probably.

Whatever. This was a rather dumb blog post if I do say so myself (and I do as a matter of fact). Meh.

What cheapass baker came up with the idea of putting holes in doughnuts?

My summer of dilluted freedom is coming to an end.

School starts in less then a week.

It sucks, it really does. I have no desire whatsoever to return to the institutionalized Hell that is High School. Why people insist on 12 years of schooling is beyond me. Senior year really is just a waste of time especially if you don't plan on going to college.

Yeah, that's right, I'm not going to college.

To some people, this is a near blasphemous concept. Quite frankly, I don't care. I don't feel like spending another 2-4 years at a University or tech school. Perhaps I will consider it eventually, but I don't see the need for that extra year of High school. Meh. Enough thought on that though.

My Mom managed to give me another migrane today. During the caride to a store we were making a delivery to, she just kept talking, and talking, and talking. It was like the Energizer Bunny developed vocal cords.

It's moments like that I wish I was deaf.

Have I said that before? Maybe I have. I think I say that quite frequently given all the stupidity I hear in any given day. But really, she just wouldn't shut up. ARGH. Even when I had my headphones on and was glaring out the window she kept on and on and on...

Oh. And I bought a dartboard the other day. Maybe I mentioned it my last blog post..maybe I didn't. Heh. I attached a picture of someone I REALLY hate right on the bullseye. Most amusing. And on the wall I put it on I wrote "Wall of Pain" in huge letters. MUAHHHAHAHAHAHAA...

So I'm a bit of a sadist. Give me a break.

I did set this up in an abandoned part of our barn, so it's not like I went and trashed my room..or anyone else's for that matter. As much as I would have liked to, enough of my freedom is being taken away with school as it is.

Damn school.

Awakeness is only a state of mind...which sucks if you're braindead

I have set up what is most likely my BEST playmix ever. *eerily suave manical laughter echoes throughout blog* Admittedly, I didn't actually buy any of the music..heh.heh...downloading is fun. But in my defense: 1.) I plan on actually purchasing the cds and 2.) it was fucking HARD considering how sly the music industry is getting. Dammit.

Where is the Ol' Napster when you need it?

Of course, I'm not referring to the pansy-ass my-how-the-mighty-hath-fallen one of today, no, the Napster of Old. The one where basically any song was at your fingertips...for free. Ahh..that would have rocked.

Well, my last song just finished downloading, and it's past 2 in the morning. Really, I was only blogging to pass the time. As such, the time has now come to an end so I shall bid my blog farewell for another day, even though I'm aware that it's unusually short.

Blah.

Sleep is only for those who actually WANT to stay sane.

Alright, after a ridiculous amount of time switching the style of this blog, I have FINALLY settled on one. I haven't a clue as to why I spent so much time on a quest for Blog perfection, but I like to think I succeeded. Heh.

Of course, I think that's my ego talking. *shrug*

I'm behind on my work. Three days, going on four actually. Not going to be pleasant to make up. Unfortunately, my slacking off is also bringing forth the Wrath of The Parents. Rather inconvienient I must say.

I don't get it, is there something stopping THEM from perhaps helping me out for a change? They probably would scoff at the idea that their little personal "servant" would like a bit of help. *mutters darkly* I'm on the brink of just saying "Fuck it, I quit." Heh. Then again, I've nearly said that a million times.

But I didn't.

Where is the ol' nerve when you need it?

School starts in about a week. The horror is nearly as unspeakable as being without the internet (not quite though). Lucky for me, it's my last year but it still sucks to be going back. Getting up at 6 in the morning is gonna be a bitch. I really should just drive..but the parking is $90 a semseter. That's ridiculous. At a SCHOOL? Gee, leech off us a little more why don't you Oh Great And Supposedly Helpful School O Mine.

For some reason, that sentance made me sick. Perhaps it was because of the numerous mentions of school, or perhaps because I'm just plain tired and annoyed as hell by people never leaving me alone. Either way, I'm leaving now to wallow in my room until I can get back on to blog more tomorrow.

Speeding is fun...unless there's a cop behind you.

My mind has spiraled down further down ever closer to rock bottom. I was shocked to discover that my mood wasn't already at rock bottom.

I learn new things everyday.

Went to McDonald's again today. *sigh* Another disappointment. Actually, the shake was suprisingly good...once I finished mixing it up. The problem was the fries. Ugh. They just tasted weird. Is this because they hire dumbasses or did they change their product for some twisted deranged reason? In their defense, the only McDonald's I've ever had this issue with is the one near where I live. As a whole, McDonald's food is generally great.

Heh. That reminds me, WHY do people sue for supposedly making people fat? Well..um...duh. No shit you retards. It's not ment to be healthy. Just because the vast majority of Americans can't refrain from hauling their fat asses through the drive through (god forbid they WALK inside *gasp*) 3 times a day is not McDonald's problem. As such, they shouldn't spoil the glorious partaking of greasy goodness for the rest of us who actually can exert an ounce of self control.

Actually, that pisses me off. I mean REALLY pisses me off. If someone told me they were going to sue McDonald's for their being fat, I would tell them just what a fat bastard they are, and them remind them of a little concept called "Exercise".

Now one may be asking themselves, do I have something against fat people? No. I don't. Heh. As kid I wasn't particularly skinny myself (though I wasn't overweight or anything). I get it, some people can't actually help it. But I'm not going to have patience for anyone who tries to blame their problems on someone who's fault it really isn't.

Meh.

That wasn't actually where I intended on going with this blog post. Oh well. My energy is gone so I guess the world will just have to deal. Not that the world is particularly affected by this blog, but hey.....blah.

Bad moods are served best with a good dose of violence....

I am in a bad mood.

Heh. Then again, I'm always in a bad mood so I guess I'll be overly specific and say I'm in a really bad mood. This probably comes from having to spend most of my day having to be pretend nice to customers all the while thinking of all the chores I have to do. Not to mention I feel sick. I blame my headache.

But Advil will fix everything...yes...Advil...

Lately I've been pondering what would happen if I moved out. I know everyone here thinks I would starve to death and come running home screaming "Mommy!" Heh. Riiiiight. For one thing, I NEVER used the word "Mommy" even as a little kid. It was always the straightforward Mom. You think they could have just a little more confidence in me? It seems their confidence only goes so far as it benefits them. I don't think they realize it just yet..but it's true.

My Mom keeps talking about how she's going to go into business with me and eventually build a really nice house for me. I'm not holding my breath. I'm not even sure I would want to go into business with her. Frankly, I'm tired of people taking advantage of my hard work. Blame the really bad mood, but I'm half tempted to say "No Mom, I'll fend for myself thank you very much. Now LEAVE. ME. ALONE."

She has some major issues with the concept of letting go. The best way I can describe it is "clingy". I remember awhile back I mentioned that I was saving up to take a trip to Japan when I was out of high school. All the sudden she starts making these plans that all include her coming along with me. Um. I wanted to go alone. Or at the very least, with someone who actually shares the same interests as I do in Japanese stuff.

She'd go for the architecture.

Well how lovely for her. Sure, I'd take a quck look at it, but I'd go for the electronics and anime stuff...among other things. But if I went with her, I'd spend the entire time being dragged around seeing nothing but what she wants to see. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.....

I suppose that was enough venting for one blog post. I have successfully succeeded in making my really bad mood even worse. Rejoice all, and praise be my now horrible mood.

Someone shoot that fucking Energizer Bunny...

I'm tired and yet I'm wide awake. How twisted is that? I swear, I couldn't have more erratic sleeping habits if I tried. Okay..maybe if I really tried. Meh. I don' t have the effort require for that. I rarely do.

Ambition is just one of those unknowns in my life.

For some reason, I've been having a craving for Mountain Dew. Perhaps this explains my being tired and yet awake, but it's really strange wanting to drink it all the sudden. I used to hate it.

Surge however, THAT was a different story. It was like Mountain Dew times ten. Twenty even. Heh. I wonder why they don't make it anymore. Great stuff. Not nearly as good as Coke mind you, but still good in it's own, inferior right.

While I'm on the subject of my energy levels and soda, I'll mention that I'm going to stay up all night. Is this particularly shocking or relevant? No. I do it all the time. But, I'm sharing. Mostly because I don't have anything else constructive or even pointless to add. Aside from the fact that I could just rattle off dumb words until this is a suitable sized blog post, however I shall refrain.

And with that said, I've lost the ambition to continue this post so I shall go back to my internet lurker. Odds are, I'll get the ambition to post again later so..yeah...meh.

Trying to crush soda cans on your head, bad idea.

I've been informed that I spend over 12 hours a day online. Hmmm...is that a bit obbessive? I think it is. Actually, I'd spend more, but unfortunately I can't get on until evening. Which makes laugh because I realize that I spend more time online in one day than I do sleeping in four days.

Heh. I've had the internet back for all of three days and I'm already surfing the net for crazy amounts of time. But hey, it's amusing. And whatever ads to my elusive amusement, I can't really complain about.

Then again, I wasn't complaining in the first place. Meh.

I heard a very strange song yesterday..sent to me through Yahoo IM..by someone/some people called The Rasmus "In the Shadows". For some unexplainable reason, I have become obbessed with the song and have played it around 60 times since last night. Honestly, it's moments like these when I realize that I seriously need to get some new cds.

Meh.

I should probably feel lazy. I didn't actually do much today other than my usual mandatory stuff in the barn. Oh and I picked squash. *mock awed voice* WOOOOOOOOOOWWW.

Dammit. I just cut my arm on something. Blood. Everywhere. Oh that's great, now my desk is attacking me. Gee, thanks. *sigh* Maybe the Internet is getting back at me for spending far too much time locked away in a world that doesn't have tangable form. Well, unless you shop at ebay. But that doesn't count. Heh. Same deal with Amazon.

Okay, I'm leaving now. This blog post has just moved from tacky to pathetic in an astonishing short amount of time.

There is one thing to be said for cannibals, they sure do get their protein.

If I have to see another bean again in my life, I'm going to...okay probably do nothing. I'm just incredibly sick of looking at beans as I have been stuck hand picking them for the last two hours. Such a ridiculously tedious task it's not even funny. Ugh.

So now that I've discussed the tediousness of picking beans, I think I'll just blog about something else.

.........I'm not exactly sure what though.

I'm in a rather odd chat at the moment. A bunch of my IM buddies in one large group chat. The chaos that has ensued is most entertaining. Indeed, someone just mentioned some rather foul words in Spanish. Heh. That reminds me, I took a Spanish class for this year. I'm almost regretting it. Do I really want to waste my time learning words and sentances that probably sound retarded and far too formal to someone actually from Mexico?

Not particularly.

I'd rather learn Japanese.

Unfortunately for me, my options were either Spanish, German, or neither and take something else instead. I opted to take Spanish mostly because everything else was boring. *shudder* And there wasn't much left except for the girly crap. Like choir. DEATH to that class. Never...ever..would I want to be in that class. If I did get stuck in it, I'd sit in the back and do absolutely nothing and fail proudly with a 0%.

Meh. I really don't have much to say today. Why? Because I fried my brain reading fanfic until the week hours of the morining...again. But hey, it was worth it.

I'm not a pyromaniac....I'm just really...flammable.

Day 2 of having the internet back. Ahhhhh......Now this just fucking rocks. But anyway.

I've looked at all the fanfic I need to catch up on. My eyes nearly bugged out when I saw the amount just in Birds of Prey stuff alone. Mehehehehe. Oh well. I'm sure I'll catch up eventually. Perhaps even sometime in this decade...

My Dad's in a shockingly good mood. I think "jubuliant" would be a good word to use. He should have it tattooed on his forehead to remind him in the years to come that there was once a day when he wasn't in a foul mood. It's probably due to the fact that I actually did some work without him having to scowl at me and mutter something about taking my tv away. Meh. So I felt somewhat ambition. Sue me.

Well no, don't.

I am utterly broke. I have nothing. I am but a sheltered beggar that has nothing but what is given to her by her elders.

.........In rereading that, I realized how sickenly true that actually was.

How pathetic....

Give me a spiked boot and I'll give you a kick in the ass

Okay, I'm exhausted.

For the past seven hours, I have basically done nothing but surf the net. And it's funny because I've hardly scratched the surface on all I need to catch up on. But that's okay. At least I got my IBC posted, along with my fanfic. Meh. Good enough for one day.

Not to mention there's always tomorrow.

This morning I seriously thought for one brief, utterly horrific moment that the Internet may have eluded me once more. I was informed that the Bastardly Phone Company had permanently disconnected our service and that they weren't sure when/if they could reconnect us. However we lucked out and here I am basking in the glory of the Internet.

Now that I've said that and updated my blog once more, I'm going back to wandering aimlessly though cyberspace.

The Internetless Blog Chronicles

While I was offline, I continued my blog known as the IBC or Internetless Blog Chronicles. Basically, they all ended up being far longer than I intended but they did manage to pass the time. Here they are. Oh, and they go from earliest post to the latest. Meh.

The Internetless Blog Chronicles

Maps are for wusses..I prefer to just wander around aimlessly until I run out of gas.
August 1st 10:03 p.m

Life without the internet quite frankly, sucks. It has been during the trials and tribulations of this internetless time that I have truly discovered what insanity really is. I'm telling you, without the net to vent and share my rather odd, strange ideas etc. they tend to manifest themselves in different forms. The incredibly strange mental pictures and dreams I've been having the past two weeks should be put on tv. Well, if they weren't so......I dunno, dark. Not so much violent though. No, in my mind it's taking the easy way just to be violent. It takes skill, creativity in the most morbid and depressing ways to be able to be darkly effective without having violence as the main theme.

Obviously, you can tell I need my internet back.

The saying that I have always mocked has become true: You never truly know what you have no longer have it. Well, that's sort of how it goes anyway. How annoyingly true it is. Granted, true or not, I shall still mock it. Why? Because I can and because I love to mock anything cliche.

I think I've found a new hobby. Reading magna. I just bought a book at the comic book store titled "Megatokyo". I've learned that it is a free webcomic as well. Indeed, I can see how it has been so sucessful. The dude Piro reminds me exactly of myself...even looks like me..well..if he was a girl and all. ....

Whatever. I'm a tomboy. Close enough.

Admittedly, it is an American magna. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but I want to see what Japanese magna looks like as well. All in good time I hope.

It is now that I must share the little prank the Universe has played on me.

All in my family are well aware of one, undying fact: I have no sense of direction. At all. I had difficulty finding my way to McDonald's when I first got my driver's lisence last year. Which is utterly pathetic considering it is exactly a straight line to it from my house. So imagine my Mother's suprise when I announce that I can find my own way to the comicbook store. Yes, I, The One Without A Mental Compass can find my way to a store thirty miles away in a town that I rarely go to. My Mom of course, in her unwavering skeptisism decides that a test is in order (frankly, I think she just wanted a good laugh or two *snicker). I conceeded. I fear not the truth. My knowledge was great, the Force (the darkside of course) was with me. I drove out onto the freeway making my pilgrammige to the Almighty Place of Comics. Then, there came the exit.........yes....and then the intersections...HA...I made the correct one...(my Mother's look of vauge suprise was quite humorous I might add). At last..the destination drew closer...and closer....I could see the building just off into the distance. Moments later, I had my left blinker and looked at the building that I was about to turn to. It was a small building, almost like a miniature castle (I swear the architecht must have been stoned). I gazed momentarily at the parking lot looking quickly surveying for a spot. Something seemed off, but I turned in anyway. My Mother briefly commented on my newfound directional ability before we got out and walked up to the building and looked in the window. Inside we saw...flowers.

My comic book store wasn't there.

The building was now a flower shop.

My horror was unspeakable. The gape, indescribable. The thoughts, better left unsaid. The irony of course, was that when I had just finally managed to remember how to get somewhere, the place moved.

Luckilly, it had't moved too far. Only a couple blocks away. Now the problem isn't getting there, but rather getting back...it's all one way streets. *mutters darkly* Though I have to say, though the new location is entirely inconvienent, the actual store is absoltuely INCREDIBLE. It's huge. Nearly triple the size of the old store. Mehehhehehehehehe...oh the nerdy bliss that followed.

But either way, the Universe had a good laugh or two at my expense.

Oh well. I guess I did as well.

Note to self: Mouse traps are not a toy, and as such, shouldn't be used to play catch.

August 3rd 9:43 a.m.

I'm told that I may have the internet back sometime this week. Mehehehhehehehehehe.....The internet is drawing me in like one big magnet. *zombie eyes* But it's rather ironic that I found this out just three days after startng my Internetless Blog Chronicles. Heh. But that's okay, I need something to take my mind off of it anyway. I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner (like the four + weeks since my phone was shut off). I may have had something a bit more interestng to post. Oh well.

I really REALLY need a cable connection.

You know, I've been pondering this for the last week or so....if I get broadband service to replace my dialup service, and I go with a different company besides MSN (my current provider along with the Dreaded Bastardly Phone Company) WILL my favorites list be deleted? For most, this is not an issue of much consequence. I however, need to take this into serious consideration as my favorites list is complied of over 500 sites at last count.

I am gonna be so pissed if I have to take the time to save them all to Word.

Admittedly though, it would be worth it. I have some hilarious sites saved along with some that I would never find through Google. (Please repress the gasp, you had to find out sooner or later...Google can't find everything) But I think I'll deal with that epic obsticale when I come to it.

Heh.I watched Blade last night.

I gotta tell you, the first time I saw that movie, I dispised it. Maybe it was because I watched at 3 in the morning when I was in a bad mood, but seeing it the second time I have come to a different conclusion.

Blade just fucking rocks.

The only reason I actually watched it last night was because I saw the trailer for the third Blade movie when I went to see Catwoman (*represses urge to go off on an untimely rant*) I nearly DIED when I saw Jessica Biel in that movie. Holy shit. Dude, talk about a far cry from 7th Heaven. Definetly going to see that movie.

Either way, I now hold a newfound respect for Wesley Snipes (kick ass last name) and for the Blade movies. I'll be watching Blade II tonight just for good measure.

Now then, onward to the rant that I had to repress before.

Movie critics, go jump in a pool of boiling acid.

What the fuck was so horrible about Catwoman? I happened to like it. Alot. As in I'd like to see it twice if I wasn't a broke 17 year old with no time to get a "real" job. The music alone was worth the trip. Most definetly getting the soundtrack when it comes out if it isn't already.

Okay, enough ranting. I'm getting a migrane.

As a last side note, remember how I said that the Universe played a prank on me yesterday when I went to the comic book store? Well, I just realized something a few seconds ago that makes the joke all the more funny.

The store is called Universal Comics.

Depression is like breathing...it just comes naturally

August 4th 12:22 a.m.

I applied to Home Depot to....d..ay...um..I mean yesterday. I feel as though I've diminished myself for some reason. Odd isn't it? That of course, isn't something I plan on sharing with anyone of I land the lob or at least an interview. I can just imagine the conversation now:

Interviewer: Tell me, why did you apply for this job?

Me: (look of vauge disgust) Quite frankly, just so I have some cash on hand. Slacking isn't as cheap as it sounds you know. It's only because of my constant need for new DVD's that I lower myself to your....sublevel standards.

Interviewer: *raised eyebrow* And why do you think you'd be good at this job?

Me: *look of mock shock and more vauge disgust* There was nothing about having to be good at the job in the description. Heh. I doubt I would be. I could care less about the quality of service at Home Depot. If you guys burnt down, and they built an Ace Hardware in it's place you know what I'd do? I'd laugh.

Interviewer: *coughs nervously and points at the door* That will be all thank you.

Me: *practically leaps off seat while suavely stealing a cool pen off the Interviewer's desk* No thank YOU, I feel as though I've been quite enlightened though this experience. I've learned that you people really are as dumb as you look. Oh, and by the way reality check:...orange...bad color...the eighties has been over for years.

I have issues don't I?

Ah whatever. I need the cash simple as that. Of course, my Dad had the courtesy to tell me only after I had applied that he didn't mind me getting a job and that "It's what he's been telling me all along."

Praytell, have I gone deaf?

I think not. I think he may have Alzhiemers if that is his belief. Does he forget the "You have work to do at home" speech that I get on a near daily basis? Or the "You couldn't handle a job because all you're good for is a farmhand."

Gee, thanks Dad. I don't know what I'd do without your unwavering support.

Whoops, I forgot to watch Blade II. Maybe I'll do that in a little while. Not feeling particularly tired at the moment. My internet cravings are keeping me awake. Mehehehehe....Which is why of course, I find myself a the keyboard yet again, writing another pathetic blog post. I still haven't quite decided how I'm going to post all of this. Perhaps I'll just make it one really long blog post. That, or I'll just post them all seperately one right after the other...meh. The first one is probably better. But I'll ponder it. A decision will be made eventually.

Oh yes, I must also mention that a great fanfic has ended. At fanfiction.net there is a Teen Titans fanfic that goes by the name of These Black eyes.

Best. Fanfic. Ever.

I believe it has come to it's end after 101 chapters. I'm sad to say that I haven't had the opportunity to read the last ten chapters or so as to my internet predicament. Cudos to Post, the author of the aforementioned fic. It's fics like that that remind me that not everything at fanfiction.net is trash. *snicker*

I'm pondering whether or not I want to just sleep at the keyboard right now. I may not be tired, but if I shut off the computer and grab the pillow from the back of the chair, I'll be off to Nightmareland in no time. Not many people believe me when I tell that it's almost more comfortable sleeping at the keyboard that it is in my own bed. Something about the nearby keyboard and the glorious modem complimented by a pilow just makes it really easy to sleep.

*yawn*

Shit I made myself tired. I'm going to sleep. This post was getting too long anyway.

Aug. 4th 4:04 p.m.

I tried to resist writing in this again today. Really I did. Heh. And then the keyboard called to me.

Ugh. I am so utterly sick of hearing about chores. Just for the sake of venting..............

FUCK THE GODDAMN CHORES.

I feel slightly more relieved. Not much though. Oh well. I'll take what I can get. One in my position needs to scrounge for all the bits of sanity that can be found. Don't get me wrong, I like a little insanity but even I don't like to be completely off the wall. Most of the time anyway.

Hmmmmmmmmmm.....I just realized something. I altered my writing format without even realizing it. Whoops. It seems to be a change for the better though. Granted, it's a little pathetic considering it's the format of the author of that brilliant Teen Titans fanfc. Whatever. It works for me, and given the fact that I'm feeling particularly self-centered today, I don't care who else writes like this. So HA. HA. HA.

Still haven't gotten around to watching Blade II. Which reminds me that I have a movie from the video store that's like five days late. Fines...everywhere. I really should just buy the movie-Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within. I've rented it enough times that I could have probably bought it three or four times. Why does everyone seem to think that movie sucked? It happens to be one of my favorite movies of all time. I'm probably thinking to deeply about it when I say that it could have stole the Star Wars titie, "The Phantom Menace". It fits perfectly for Final Fantasy, though ironically seems to have nearly nothing to do with Star Wars. I bet they just picked it to sound cool. Either that or there is some incredibly obscure reference that I managed to miss during the 30+ times I watched Episode I.

I'm far too into watching movies.

Dammit. My Dad just walked in. Of course he just had to mention me being on the computer. Excuse me while I glare his direction and type a little louder. *vengeful snort*

This mousepad is so retarded. It's advertising "Electronic Imaging Systems". Well woo hoo. Ain't that just the most special thing I've ever seen. I should have a Buffy mousepad instead. Yes, that would be far more suitable. I must get one. It shall be a new quest for me to embark on whence my wallet isn't empty.

....................which will be never. Damn.

Beware the two headed cheesepuff. It will EAT YOU.

Aug. 8th 8:50 p.m.

Today was a day of enlightenment. A day of learning. A day of self of self discovery.

These are the things I have learned:

1.) My Mother has crossed over into a new level of parinoia.
2.) While being nice is entirely against my nature, bullshitting isn't. That said, using the latter skill to fake the former results in numerous tips and sales at my parents vegetable stand. (That sounds obscenely quaint doesn't it? Ugh.)
3.) Mountain Dew Amp is in the top three most vile drinks I have ever well...drank.
4.) Bicyclists. They're everywhere. Deal with it, or take out your frustrations by playing a little game of Mow the Bikes Over with Your Car.
5.) Wal-Mart does in fact, close at 10:00 p.m.
6.)The people who reposess cars are screwed if they come to take a vehicle and there is another car belonging to the same person in the way. HA HA HA. They can't move it, so they completely and utterly waste their already pathetic time.
7.) Never, EVER think of becoming, or become a brain surgeon.

I told you today was a day of enlightenment.

So it's rather obvious (or maybe it isn't) that I haven't actually posted here in a couple of days. This is due to the fact that I encountered a most pleasant blogging roadblock. Heh. I got the second season of Andromeda on DVD. Needless to say, I was couped up in my room trying to squeeze in as many episodes as possible between breaks. I'm halfway through the season (22 episodes) without barely even trying. Actually, most of the episodes that I've watched I got through yesterday/this morning when I watched it from 10 p.m. to 3:30 a.m. Shockingly enough, I actually managed to get up before 8 this morning. I'm still trying to figure out exactly how I did it.

I'm also told that I may quite possibly have my Oh So Beloved Internet back by Wednesday. That translates to three days. Three days until Cyberspace Bliss. Try not to think about that term too deeply because no, it was not ment to be perverted. Heh. If that hadn't even crossed your mind when you read that, then forget about what I said, and move on.

Why are my parents aruging over medication? Good grief. My Mom just noted rather loudly to my Dad that she has ALOT (her emphasis not mine) of her meds. left. Um. Yeah. Duh. Hello your perscription. Mentally, I'm sighing here. I would in reality, only I don't feel like exerting that kind of effort. Hmmm....a strange noise. I'm tempted to go and see what that was.

My will to stay in my computer chair failed. I went to see what it was. Nothing spectacular. Just a rather amusing sounding conversation/argument taking place halfways in jest. I live in a very, very strange family just for the record. It isn't strange for any one of us to be up and about at 4 in the morning, nor is it strange for one of us to burst out in some strange imitation of someone for tv. For example, my Dad asked me a question saying my name and I replied in my near perfect Exorcist chick impression. "She's not here right now." Really creeped him out actually. Well, there was reason to considering he was talking to me while I was half slumped in front of the computer (which happened to be off at the time. Please, refrain from gasping,) with the lights off and the room pitch black. And it probably didn't help that I did that weird neck twisting thing. Actually, I slightly creeped myself out.

Now that is an accomplishment.

Oh yes, before I forget, I was going to share a rather stupid yet somewhat amusing story. When I said that today was a day of enlightenment, and I referred to my Mom's new level of parinoia I wasn't kidding. This morning (around 3:00 a.m.) everyone-except me of course-was sleeping, and I came downstairs to grab a soda as I happened to be out. Now, just to give you a quick mental image of my house there is a large bottom floor, and there is the upstairs which consists of my room, another small bedroom, and a large closet. All but my room are filled up to the ceiling in stuff. Heh. What I mean to say is, the entire upstairs is basically mine. Anyway, so I get my soda and trudge upstairs oblivous to the sound of my Mom rustling around in her room. All of the sudden the door at the bottom of my staircase is ripped open and my Mom yells "DON'T YOU BE LURKING AROUND THIS HOUSE AT THREE IN THE MORNING!"

I was shocked of course.

Not because she told me not to lurk at such an hour. It's a valid statement indeed. It was more the manner in which she went about it. This afternoon I found out why. She was having a nightmare at the time and thought I was an intruder. Heh. The rustling was her searching for a gun. Mehehhehhehehee. So glad my Dad's hunting guns are in my room.

Gee thanks Mom, I'm glad you at least had the decency to tell me that you almost killed me.

I don't know what I"m complaining about though. I burst out laughing the minute she told me and admittedly, it's funny as hell.

Ah whatever.

Sanity is only relative, which makes no difference when your locked up in a padded cell.

Aug. 9th 11:48 a.m.

Theoretically, there is only two more days until I get the internet back.

Must...surf...the..net...My craving for something..ANYTHING online is making me seriously consider going to the library if only just to check my email. But alas, I have far too much work to do so I guess I'm shit out of luck.

I reread some of my prevous IBC posts and holy fuck are they long. Compared to my regular blog posts these are epic. As they should be of course. I think they reflect my growing need for an internet connection.

Why am I posting here today anyway?

I'm far too tired to really say anything remotely of value. It seems my Andromeda schedule has finally caught up to me. Either that, or someone slipped a sleeping pill in my Coke. But that's highly unlikely for two reasons: 1.) No one here would want to do that, and if they did, they certainly don't have the ambition to actually carry it through and 2.) Because I NEVER set my drink down until I'm finished. Heh. I'm rather parinoid myself.

Perhaps I'll briefly take a moment to make comment on McDonald's food.

It's a downward struggle.

I've noticed recently that McDonald's food is getting worse. Granted, it may just be at the one that's near my house but I've had some really sick shakes there the last few days and the fries leave much to be desired. *grumble* I could forgive the fries....because there is usually a certain time of the day when one can expect those perfect Hello What Was On The Commercial fries. But I can't forgive the shakes. They have been sick no matter when I've gone. It's been WEEKS since I've gotten a good shake. The last chocolate one I had actually had these raspberry things floating around in it. Heh. It took alot of effort to keep from throwing up, lemmie tell you.

Hopefully it will change for the better, and until then I'll just keep testing the fast food waters.

Don't poke the penguin unless you're sure it can't poke you back.

Aug. 10th 1:03 p.m.

Date to possible internet retrieval has been moved back a day to Thursday. This is most displeasing. However I nearly died when I found out that I could check my email on my Mom's cell phone. Kind of a pain in the ass, but it's cool nonetheless. And then I saw that I could access Yahoo Messenger. Mehhehehehe. It was fun to scare a couple people with my sudden presence, but it certainly is impractical. It took me nearly a full minute just to type "BOO". And never mind that there is no punctuation keys on the phone. Oh well. It was fun for the five minutes it lasted.

I hate my alarm clock.

I had every intention of getting up this morning at around nine just so I could watch a movie that I have to return to the video store by five. Heh. I had been meaning to rent "Spirited Away" for months and when I finally do, I don't watch it. I'd say fuck it and keep it another day, but heh, it's already two days late.

That reminds me, I bought the Animatrix the other day. Rented it awhile back and loved it. It is now mine. A most distrubing thing to watch though, considering that half the voiceovers are done by the voice cast of Final Fantasy X. Why I'm sharing this in my blog I have no idea. Hmmm...perhaps it's because it is one of the only thing in the whole Matrix phenomenon that I actually liked. Heh. I still have to see the last of the trilogy. I heard it sucked. But whatever. I give the filmakers credit for coming up with an original idea.

Oh yeah, back to what I was saying about my alarm clock. Like I said, I had every intention of getting up at around nine, and I would have had my alarm actually gone off. Argh. I ended up sleeping in until around 11:45 a.m. I HATE doing that. I utterly DISPISE sleeping in. I have much better things to do instead of wasting precious hours of my youth off in Nightmareland.

Hot pockets.

They're so fucking easy to make it's not even funny.

I've been on a bit of a Hot Pockets binge the last couple days. I've succeeded in going through two boxes of them already. Just nuke em' for a couple minutes and it's crunchy bliss. Heh. Okay, I'm hungry. I probably shouldn't have mentioned the thing with the Hot Pockets.

Shit.

I'm told I have extra work to do today, and I have to get started in about five minutes. Fucking hell. Excuse me while I curse loudly and sit here for at least another ten. However I'm not going to use my last precious minutes typing away in my IBC. No, instead I'm going to sleep. Why?

Because I fucking can that's why. Heh.

Fuck off and die lest I kill you with a watermelon.

Aug. 11th 7:40 p.m.

It's the calm before the storm.

The anticipation, renching.

The curiosity, torture.

The knowing that all hell may possibly break loosing in minutes: priceless.

Okay, I really didn't intend to make that a bad spin on the Mastercard commercials, however I have a feeling my Mom is about to find out some bad news from my Aunt. Most likely about my sister. Hmmm I wonder what trouble/medical emergency/I-want-to-move-back- up-to-my-Aunt's-house bullshit it is this time. Quite frankly, as bad as it sounds, the last one had better not be it.

She's making the call.

The call.

Heh. An answer.

Oh boy. The idiot. It sounds as if she was caught smoking pot. I swear, she is an utter dumbass. Complete and total at times. I suppose it could be worse though. Heh. Well, for us anyway. She's in for one massive reaming out when she gets back. *grins evilly* Which may be tomorrow if my Mom wants her ass dragged back here early. MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA...

God I'm feeling evil tonight.

In retrospect, I should really refrain from laughing because I'll probably be given the 3rd degree to see whether or not she got whatever it was from me. Heh. She didn't, but I know I'll still be under that rather annoying detective lamp. I can practically feel the heat from it already.

Oh never mind. A quick "Do you know which one of her friends your sister got dope from?" was it. Dunno. Really don't care. Now then, onto what I was originally going to blog about.

....................uh.....oh yeah. I still don't have the internet. I may not have it back until tomorrow or this weekend. I'm not holding out any even remote glimmers of hope in my shattered little world because I know it'll end up being another month or so. ARRRRRRGHH. Must. Have. The internet. How greatly I would like to smash this keyboard into the face of whoever it was at the phone company that turned our service off.

Heh. Funny, as if on cue, I just lost the ambition to type.

Strangluation my be caused by the overconsumption of spagetti.

Aug. 12th 4:01 p.m.

I have a headache.

My Advil has failed me. Dammit. Actually that's probably due more the fact that I've taken far too much over the past two years and built up a resistance to it. That sucks. That really does.

I had a rather amusing conversation with my Mom earlier. I was commenting on how entirely over emotional people are on talk shows. It's like one person says something that isn't really all that shocking and the other person practically wails as if the world just ended and they are the last one left. See, this is why I don't really watch talk shows anymore. These people are pathetic. Anyway, my Mom responded by telling me that indeed, I was right and that I am much more steady when it comes to showing emotion.

It was a suprisingly eloquent way of saying that I'm apathetic.

Which of course I am. I mean, yeah, I'll laugh and makes jokes (I never giggle however, that I swear is in the top ten most annoying noises a person can make). Hell, I may even smirk on rare ocassion. But you will never, EVER see me cry, or get teary eyed, or so gut wrenchingly happy that I can hardly breathe. HA. HA. HA. Honestly, what purpose do those things serve? Nothing. Utterly pathetic. I can't even understand how people feel the need to cry at movies or even worse, tv commercials. Hello, movies aren't real life, and even if the commercial is supposed to be "touching" no need to let the proverbial dam burst. Sheesh. People who know me know never to a.) cry in front of me 2.) express some deep heartfelt emotion and 3.) to try and hug me. They know that for the first two, I will mock them and be entirely unspympathetic. (I'm the sort of person who would snicker if someone told me their parents died) and for the third, I would hit them. Hard. Before they reached me. Yeah, leave the Apathetic One alone thank you very much.

How did I get on this topic anyway?

Oh yes. I remember. That conversation. Meh. Moving on now. Headache getting worse.

I'm being left in the dark as to whether or not someone plans on paying the phone bill today or not. The internet is so mockingly close...So close that I can hear the chime of my Yahoo Messenger. So close that I can practically see my Buddy lists illuminated on the screen. So close that I'm invisioning windows popping up at this very moment.

I think I'm going over the virtual edge.

Potatoes aren't merely nutritional sustinence, but also rather handy projectiles.

Aug. 13th 11:08 a.m.

And yet still I have no internet.

Once more I learn that it is futile to hope. It reminds me of my old MSN screename/saying I had "It's a pointless endeavor to want. Wanting breeds hope. Hope breeds the inevitable letdown that spirals into utter chaos....." Heh. I do tend to be incredibly overdramatic. And it's funny, I actually talk like that. As in normal conversations. Please observe example A:

(Me and Person/near aimiable aquiantence running into each other before class)

Person: How are you?

Me: Oh just wallowing in the abyss of nothinginess as usual...watching what youth I have left slip through my very fingers.....

Person: ...........cool.

Me: Meh.

Person: What class are you headed to?

Me: The one that lets me grasp the inner mind and mold it to my twisted malicious will. Heh. Psych.

Person: That was dramatic.

Me: Drama is relative. What is dramatic to one, may be an entirely boring experience to another. And besides, I'm not being dramatic, just overly descriptive. Detail leaves no margin for error. And I do utterly hate making errors.

See what I mean? That is actually a conversation I had with someone a while back. Why I still remember it exactly, I don't know, but it is a great example of just how strange I talk. But that's okay, I thrive on originality. Well, no I don't, I thrive on television and the internet but it's just something I do. Not to mention it provides miniscule amounts of amusement when people or teachers meet me for the first time and have to go through what is almost an adjustment period trying to get used to my way of speaking.

I think I've spent enough time blogging about my lingo though. Moving on.

I'm told that the date to Internet Recovery has been pushed back until Monday. Three more days. My patience is waning. Not that it will make much of a difference. I can't do anything about it. It's moments like these when I think back to my little Home Depot blog entry. And they say money doesn't buy happiness. It sure gets me damned close enough.

Fuck. I have a person coming to pick up an order in about 20 minutes. They'd better not be early. I'm too busy blogging. *snicker* 13 dozen ears of corn. I hate it when people ask/insist on getting discounts. My Dad caves every time.

That would be why I'm stuck in charge.

I don't do special discounts. Apparently people have a problem grasping the concept that it's actually hard work to grow, pick and sell. Just because the person wants a large amount and doesn't want to pay for it doesn't mean they should get a price break. So all of you who ever see farmers and want to order corn, ponder that for a brief moment.

That brings me to another point while I'm on the subject of farming.

I for the most part, am a somewhat tolerant person. I will bullshit people into thinking that I am in fact, not pissed off. The sale is what matters. Meh. To me anyway. But there is something that people do that grates me. It's like nails on the proverbial chalkboard every time I hear it.

"So does all this go to pay for school clothes or something?"

YOUFUCKINGIDIOTICSONOFABITCHESGOFALLINTOACANYONOFDOGSHITANDLIIEINTHEREFORALLENTERINITY.

Honestly, the arrogance may not seem apparent there, but when you actually hear it, it is. As if just because a 17 year old girl is doing this then it absolutely must have something to do with the recieving of clothes. And not to mention to think that it's just a hobby. Just a summer whim.

Yeah, we live off this stuff thank you very much.

Back in the day, we used to be able to make like $800 a day. That's right. A day. One. Numero Uno. Big money. Which is rather annoying since I didn't get paid in any sense of the term at the time....heh...but moving on. Again. That was before it all crashed and burned as all things eventually do. Now we're lucky if we can clear $100. Very lucky.

So no, this isn't a "little quaint roadside stand that must be there to pay for some small menial girl thing" situation. It's a living. And quite frankly I'm not a girly person. Heh. Chains. Black. Skull shirts. There's me. Belittlement doesn't go over well with me. People will find that out the instant they say what I deem "The Sentence From Hell".

On a final note, now that I've ranted quite enough about farming (shockingly in it's defense no less) for a lifetime I shall leave this entry with one final message.

I hate farming, but as long as I'm in the industry, keep the chauvanistic comments to yourselves. Unless of course, you would like a good ol' fashoned ass kicking provided by my boot. And by my spiked fist. MUAHAHHAHAHAHAA....

Aug. 13th 5:37 p.m.

Have I mentioned how much I hate chores? Because just for this blogging record, I do. I have no desire or ambition to do mine. The Brat (my little sister) isn't due home for another week or so. Which means that I'm stuck with this for awhile. How unspeakably pleasant. I can hardly contain my overwhelming excitement. On the upside however, I may perhaps have my internet back tomorrow. I'm not getting my hopes up, however I shall be making a mental note to bug The Parents about it. They've become vaguely sympathetic to my lack of internet.

Okay, that's just because they heard me talking to myself in front of the keyboard...again.

It's not like I frequently chat with myself at the keyboard. In reality, it's all about how you word things. I wasn't "talking to myself" rather I was "thinking aloud". And to my credit, I think it was a rather productive, interesting conversation.

..............I'm so beyond denial right now it's not even funny.

Either way, I may perhaps be connected to my beloved internet in a day. Back to that Numero Uno. Hope has been sparked, but I'm saving the full blown Hopefest until I see the check written out to the phone company in my Dad's hand as he's walking out the door on his way to the car.

Right now I am listening to a very odd song. Well..more like old. And completely contradictory to my tastes. "Never Ever" by All Saints. I should almost post my playlists here, because I have this next to my Cradle of Filth, Linkin Park, Fear Factory, and Otep cds. It does remind me however, of when MTV actually played music. Not all these slutty/preppy/pop/hip-hop bullshit tv shows. Like the Osbournes. Don't get me wrong, Ozzy you rock. You remind me far too much of my Dad for my own personal comfort. But stay off MTV. And that show with Carmen Electra...umm...Till Death do us Part or something like that.

And why is it that all they play is pop and hip hop?

I HATE POP AND HIP HOP.

Play some hard rock. Some heavy metal. Either that, or just create a whole damned seperate channel for it. Heh...unless they already have one. I can't really speak from experience as I no longer have satellite. Been around six years since I've had that. I have however, seen how downhill MTV has gone in the last few years. Hotel cable may be cheap and chinsy, but it's cable nonetheless.

And do they have a dresscode that says girls can't have anything more than 50% of their skin covered? Honestly, the last thing I want to do is turn on a tv and see a bunch of slutty girls practically falling over some dude that thinks he's the best thing to come since planet Earth. No offense to those who like pop and hip-hop, but they're the worst with that. Thanks MTV for officially becoming pathetic. One more thing to go downhill. I swear, after Xena ended it's like everything else followed.

Odd.

Very odd.

My brother just called. He's come up with another one of his "great ideas". This time it was "I'm gonna move to Vegas." And precisely where he pulled that from, I don't think I wanna know. Gee, you have all of one friend there who happens to live with his parents. Wow, what an incredible opportunity. Can't pass that one up...riiiighht.

Fuck, chores loom ever closer. I'm thinking maybe 10 minutes before the Parental Brigade of Almighy Chore Demanding's wrath befalls me. Theoretically, I could hide under the desk, but given my history of obbessively being around the computer, it would be rather obvious.

I just had the strange urge to watch The Crow: City of Angels. That movie kicks ass. I don't see what people liked about the first one so much though. I get that there's that whole story behind it. Yeah, Brandon Lee died making it. How lovely. I still disliked it though. Heh. There is one interesting fact that I am nerdy enough to admit.

Ever watch Mighy Morphin Power Rangers? Yeah...Trini..the original yellow ranger was in that movie.

The irony is that she was killed in a car accident not too much longer after that.

Ahem...not that I ever watched Power Rangers or anything. I SWEAR I didn't hail that show with a near religous fervor. Nope. Never. I didn't have to repress the urge to buy some of the original action figures on Ebay a few months ago. I don't have a large amount of Power Ranger toys stored away. Meh. Mehehehehehehee...Neeeever had them. Which means I didn't have the incredible urge to bring them all out and display them in my room as a personal show of defiance at the new retarded nearly-sacriligious-to-the-entire-Power-Ranger-phenomenon Ninga Storm and Dino Thunder bullshit. Absolutely not. And I never caught the bad intimitation of the first season of Power Rangers when they aired Dino Thunder. And if I had, it wouldn't have made a difference because all the kids who watched it way back in the day certainly would have matured beyond the point of watching pointless fake violence with monsters that look increasing less realistic as they obscenely overuse CG animation in the Zord changes.....

I think I'm going to shut up now.

Note to self: When banging head on desk, make sure their aren't any thumbtacks there first.

Aug. 14th 9:44 a.m.

So glad I didn't get those hopes up.

See? This is why I always prepare for the inevitable let down. Heh. No internet until Monday. On the upside (as little of an upside there is these days) having it on Monday is nearly a certaintly. Which is a very, very good thing. I imagine all my email inboxes are full. Full of what, I don't know. Spam, important letters, notices.....Such mystery that looms around it. There's like this shadowy aura in my mental image of my email messeges.

But anyway.

I really should have woken up a bit before attempting to write this. I did, just for the record, wake up about fifteen minutes ago, and after making a mandatory call to Parental Unit #1 (my Mom) I headed straight for the keyboard. I actually dreamed about the internet last night. I don't exactly remember how it went....I think it was just me sitting at my keyboard chatting on yahoo messenger like nothing had ever happened. Like I hadn't been deprived of the internet for a month.

So I'm an internet addict. Heh.

Apparently, I'm going to the State Fair today. How pleasant. Ridiculously overpriced food, and chinsy souvenirs is just what I wanted. I'd much rather have the internet. However, they do have a small amount of rides that are actually pretty fun so I won't complain. It does remind me of last year when the first ride I went on was the Orbitron. In case you don't know what that is, Nasa people train on those to get ready to go into space...they're giant rings that spin making a circle. The real catch is that it works nearly every muscle in your body. Heh. Usually, people are only allowed on (and frankly want to get off by this time) for around 2-3 minutes. The people I saw getting off were really dizzy and rather sick. Heh. Being the strange person I am, I decided to give it a go. I of course, decided that I was far much better than those pathetic people who couldn't stand three minutes of spinning.

I stayed on for over seven minutes.

Actually, I would have stayed on longer, only my Mom was being retarded and told the guy to stop (they have to hand spin the thing). So I was just a little purple in the face. But it was fun as hell. Until of course, I put my feet on solid ground and felt everything I had ever eaten come dangerously close to meeting pavement. I refrained however, and managed to gracefully sit down and chill for awhile. *snicker* My sister however, didn't come through quite as well. She went on the Orbitron as well and was on just as long as I was. She looked like a drunk swaying and stumbing all over the place. Funny as hell actually. And then of course she ran to the bathroom and didn't even make it to the door before puking a line all the way in.

I swear, I'll be mocking her for life.

Shit. The Beast (my Dad) lurks ever closer demanding that chores be done.

To be continued later........heh...if I feel like it.

Innovative invention of the decade that still needs to be invented: Caffine IVs.

Aug. 15th 4:26 p.m.

State Fair.

An odd experience. I told myself I wasn't going to spend all of my money. Heh. Hehhh. Then I came across that booth from last year...the one that has all this cool shit from Japan. Hello original version soundtrack from Final Fantasy X-2, and kick ass cloth Spheroth wall hanging poster from Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. It's funny, I can' t even read the song list on the cd. Not that I'm so nerdlike and obbessed with the game that I knew the names the second I heard the song...

Either way, I managed to blow all but $10 of my original $65. It was an okay experience. Saw my first famous person. Heh. Tim McGraw. Not the person I would have picked. I rather dislike country music with the exception of perhaps one or two songs. I did however, get really peeved because there were quite a few good bands playing and all my Mom wanted to do was look at Honey. Praytell, what the fuck is so damned interesting about honey? And then of course she had her ingenious idea.

Lets do our shopping first.

Well, after all was said and done we ended up having to lug a giant bag around the whole park. Including the hammock that she bought. When she asked me if it looked okay (clearly with the look of buying it for herself) I said, "Yeah, not exactly my particular style but it'd be cool for you." She ended up buying it. Now suddenly she's telling me that it's my strange seat-like hammock. Uh, okay Mom. Way to pay attention to what I said.

We managed to get on all of one ride. The Sky Glider. A boring little thing that takes you all over the park about 50ft up on chairs moving on wires. I did get a good laugh however, when my Mom informed me that someone purposely jumped off their chair this week to be funny.

Way to go idiot. Hope you enjoyed the bone crunching, all-inspiringly painful splat that soon followed.

As of right now, I have no ambiton. None. Whatsoever. Mentally, I'm flashing through all of the different ways I could attempt to get out of doing my chores. Most would work, but they might jeopardize my having the internet back tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the day of glory. The day the Mighty Dark One (heh..me) shalt return to the Internet and resecure her place among the faceless masses.

MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA....Forums, email, instant messenger, fanfic...they all call to me. They echo just off in the distance through a slowly lifting fog that has been settled for far, far too long.

Which reminds me, I wrote a fanfic the other day.

I don't know if I've mentioned that I write on ocassion here or not. If I hadn't, well, I do. Nothing particularly special, but it happens to be a hobby. A hobby for when I haven't anything else to do and am sitting at the keyboard (especially when without internet access *cough* *cough*) and am bored.

As to the fanfic, it's a Birds of Prey one. Not too horrible if my brain isn't mistaken. At least I correct my spelling and grammer unlike some retarded authors I've seen. Really, it doesn't take very long to do, and if you don't it makes you look like a complete and total idiot. And even if you are an idiot and it doesn't bother you, please, have mercy on the rest of us. Those kind of fanfics make me want to gouge my eyes out with a spiked toothpick. Along with certain formats that people use when writing fanfics. One in particular is the worst. Here is the example I used in a similar rant in my fanfiction.net biography:

namelessidiot#1: OH. MY. GOD...WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE!!!?!??!

nameless idiot#2: I don't know namlessidiot#1, perhaps we should just wallow in the abyss of nothingness because that's just it...WE ARE NOTHING!!!

namelessidtiot#3: (cries eyes out) NOOOOO...WE ARE SOMETHING..WE EXIST!!! (more crying)

Why must people write like this? Fanfics aren't ment to be badly written wannabe screenplays. Good grief. Those are things that I and many others have seemed "Shitfics". Just writing my example made me want to cringe.

Heh.

Please ignore flashing billboard that says "I AM STUPID". It was a typo made by a rather vengeful signpainter. It was ment to say "I AM EVIL".

Aug. 16th 12:41 a.m.

This may very well be my last entry in the IBC. HAHAHHAHAHAHA. Phase 1 of Operation Sieze Internet has been implimented-get the check to the Bastardly Phone Company filled out. Phase 2 (convince the Beast to drop off the check at the opportune moment) is scheduled for 9 a.m. Phase 3 is in the works, and should already be ready to go into action-have the Bastardly Phone Company turn on the phone at a very maximum of 30 minutes after recieving aforementioned check.

Yes...the virtual wheels in my head are moving at nearly warp speed. (Yes, a near obscene nerd reference I know. Meh. I'm half awake here. Give me a break.) Plans...so very many plans......*manical laughter*

I think it's time I went to sleep. I'm far too exhausted to be posting here, however the keyboard called to me just as I was about to trudge up my stairs to my lair. So far during the creation of this post I have managed to yawn 4 times, and comtemplate sleeping at the keyboard at least 3. Actually, it's more of one whole ongoing thought, but I'm counting them seperately since the thought is temporarily interrupted whenever I yawn.

*yawn*

Make that five.

'm definetly glad I decided to create my Internetless Blog Chronicles. Every once and awhile I could trick my mind into thinking I was typing this up online and for a fleeting moment, there was Virtual Bliss. Frankly, I'm still pondering how exactly I plan on posting this. I really have no idea. Heh. And does this thing have a word limit? Hmmmm....Suppose I'll find out. If it does, it's not like my world is going to shatter into thousands of little pieces to be stepped on and crushed into even smaller pieces. No, that's what I have life for. Heh.

Speaking of life, that reminds me of an irony today that was incredibly strange, yet nearly humerous.

For a minor, brief bit of backstory I'll tell you first that I used to have a dog by the name of Belle who resided in our garage seperate from our house that we use more as a giant tool shed. (It really looks more like a barn than a garage). Anyway, she had a white dog house on the inside and way back in December we found her dead right next to it. Heh. Now flash forward to this week, there are a bunch of cats around lately, one in particular named Shadow. Black cat, creepy ass beady yellow eyes...not particularly mean, but certainly not something you would want to pet. (I am far from being a cat person so that's fine with me). Now the irony is that today I found Shadow dead, in basically the exact same spot as where I found my dog. I had to snicker at that irony. And hey, my dog was even mostly black too (vicious border collie with a personality far too much like mine). Ironies. Everywhere. If I weren't bordering on being comatose, I'd laugh. Fuck it, HA. HA. HA. HA.

One may ask, why would I find anything relating to the death of animals, particularly the death of my dog funny? I'll tell you.

Because I have a morbid sense of humor. I'll be making mental death jokes when I'm in the middle of finding out that a close family member has cancer or something. Most likely, I am a strange, twisted, mentally disturbed person that just happens to look sane. But that's okay. I'm not planning on going all Texas Chainsaw Massacre on anyone or anything like that so humanity can take a moment to sigh with relief.

I'm sharing far too much. I should delete half this post and pretend it was all a dream...a very weird dream....But I won't. I am however, going to sleep, at the keyboard or in my room. I haven't decided yet. Either way..leaving now.

Here Endeth The Internetless Blog Chronicles.