Pokemon, gone very odd.

I was talking to Dinosaur, and his attempts at making me feeling squeamish were useless, nay, FUTILE!

Then formatting was all: I CHOOSE FAILURE! And...it did. So now this looks crappy, anyways. Flugel it!

Marshmallow U

The other day I was sitting at my dining table, watching my mother cook dinner.  Why was I doing this when I could have been doing other things? Well...


Approximately 4 months ago (and multiple time before/after then)...


Mother (while making something in a pot): "Wallis you have to start looking at how I cook, from now on..."
Me (while surfing the interwebs at dining table): "...mm?? (It took a second for me to understand what she was saying)...WAIT, WHAT? Whyyyyyy?"
Mother: "Because! You need to know how to do these things!"
Me: "FOR WHAT PURPOSE, WOMAN?!"
Mother (stops stirring, and glares balefully at my face): "...Wallis. What if I die? What the hell are you going to cook? You can't live off of friend eggs and toaster strudels..."
Me: "WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT IF YOU DIE? WHAT ABOUT THE EMOTIONAL REPERCUSSIONS? WHAT ABOUT WHAT THE HELL I'M GOING TO DO ABOUT MY LIFE SANS MOTHER?!!"
Mother (resumes stirring): "It's very nice to hear you say that. Nevertheless, you're watching me cook from now on."


Thus, I was forced every now and then to watch her cook.  And by the way, I could totally live off of fried eggs and toaster strudels, she has no idea what she's talking about.  

So anyways, moving forward into the present-past time, I was sitting at my dining table looking rather morose, and being all huffy-puffy...

It got to a point, where anger/boredom translated into an insatiable hunger for doing anything other than learning how to make food. *Sidenote* I can cook. I can cook, for reals. It just happen to be that I did not want to learn anymore about cooking that day. Tis all *Endnote* So I opened my kitchen cupboard...and voila:

"Hello marshmallow..." the killer said, staring at its target...like a KILLER. ._. 

But it was far too late for that marshmallow...and its fellow marshmallows in the bag. Wallish ate them ALL!

I feel really bad right now, I feel like a murderer. A murdering murderer...how could I?! I'm a monster...

Anyways, I'll save that remorse for later.  As I ate the marshmallows I felt very content and my mother began to notice this.

Mother: "Wallis. I hope you're not eating. Dinner's going to be ready in a few minutes"

My mother knew I was lying of course but said nothing.  I felt a little guilty, because I should have known better, however...only a little guilty. However, I assured myself that I could totally eat dinner, and have room afterwards for even MOAR marshmallows, cuz they're so effing brilliant.

THIS WAS A WRONG THING TO ASSUME!  I suddenly felt like...like...the marshmallows had decided to seek revenge against me, and their evil commander ordered them all to inflate to a ridiculous size inside my tummy and fill it with an unnecessary feeling of fullness.

Those marshmallows inflated themselves to the point, where they looked constipated, and I was worried. So I decided to state my queries to the person who I thought might understand, my mother.

Me: Mum....

Mother: What?

Me: Do marshmallows inflate in your tummy?

Mother:....................................*sigh*

Me: NO! SERIOUSLY! DO THEY? MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! I'M GOING TO DIE, AND YOU DON'T CAREEEEE??!!

Mother (stops cutting up whatever on the cutting board, stabs knife into cutting board (poor cutting board) and glares at me): WALLIS. 

Me: *WHIMPER*

Mother: Do I LOOK like I went to Marshmallow U? Huh? What the heck is that kinda question? Do marshmallows....pahhh! (She notices that I'm still looking down at my tummy) WALLIS. WHAT IS IN YOUR STOMACH?

Me: Inflating marshmallows?

Mother: ACID, WALLIS. ACID. They are dissolved up in there and gone. 

Me: LIKE DEAD?

Mother: (At this point she made a very odd noise, between a sigh and an exasperated yell, which could only be translated as: WHY THIS CHILD? WHY? WHYYYYY?)

So in the end, I was left with a very aggravated mother, not enough room to eat dinner (although I only ate like 6 marshmallows...or 26..whatever), a feeling that I should be locked up or something for murdering marshmallows, and no knowledge of how to make whatever she put in front of me for dinner that night.

I think the marshmallows were successful in getting their revenge, the bastards. 

Hurr-Durr-Derp

Last day of Spring Break, and it's indeedly beautiful outside, so I'm going to try and catch some sunshine. Quick blog post though.

I was surfin' the interwebs today, and was bombarded by little pop-ups that try and get you to join whatever-nonsense they're promoting.  It began to bother me a little, for example:

I WILL NOT CONFORM!!!!

It was just annoying.  I was trying to enjoy my pointless searches on Google, and these were just popping up, I has the whole "BLOCK POP-UP THINGIES" program, but these were kinda on every website, meh.  

But while I was searching the interwebs, I found these:

Hugh Jackman, you are godly.

It's just scary...oh god, Black Swan...it's so scary...O.o D:

Oh D-Tizzle, ye'are a BOSS.

Right, well that's it for now.

Bai.

One word: Omegle.

So tonight I got to a point, where boredom doesn't even describe what I was/wasn't feeling.  I was also talking to a brownie-making Phaedra at the time, who had told me of her "adventures" on Omegle.  


For those unaware of what it is (ahem): "Omegle is a website used for talking to strangers and "meeting new friends" via stranger chat. The service randomly pairs up users online into one-on-one chat windows, where they can chat anonymously using the handles "You" and "Stranger"; either party can disconnect at any time" Thanks Wikipedia <3


Anyways, so I wandered over thinking, "Ah heck, you're bored anyways...how bad can this be?" 


...


What. THE. Hell.  


At first, I was amused, but then as the seconds ticked by I became more. and. more. and. more disturbed...

Creep, AVOIDED!

Mahahahaha, SHOTDOWN.


I began growing weary, and tired, so I hit "New" one last time...[sigh] Why?????

So, altogether my Omegle experience was...freaking weird.


But then I cleansed my somewhat disturbed soul with some ItsKingsleyBitch. That is a beautiful human being <3 Watch his videos, they make sense.


Anyways, that was my night. 


BAI.

Procrastinating, me? Never.

My history homework is staring at me. I swear.  You know those scenes from those old Western movies where the good guy and the bad guy stare each other down, oh the tension? It's kinda like that right now, and I think I'm going to be shot down :(


I've been putting off writing it for a while now, and instead I've been doing this:

I did in fact go online, then I went offline, then went online, and offline...just for like 30 second periods, it's a vicious cycle.  I also just noticed that the bottom of this picture is cut off slightly. I would fix it...but...I really cannot be bothered right now. 


I guess like everyone else (perhaps?), I'm super tired.  Going to sleep at 2AM isn't working out so well, not at all.  Reasons for not sleeping:

• I'm turning into a nocturnal creature
• Constantly being kept awake by my brain's thoughts
• There is so much to do, so I do it all at night...
• ...um...I so tired I can't even think of any more...
• sdfadskfadsf
• asdfladsfkjadsf
• OH. AND BECAUSE SLEEP. IS. FOR. WIMPS.

Alright, I've been procrastinating writing this blog post, and I akshully DO have to finish this homework, so this is the end of today's wonderful (hahahaha, right.) post.  

Oh fancy, fancy. XD

"Thanks for living", say what?

It's Tuesday night, almost 12am, thus Wednesday morning.

Oh my beejeezus, that (indicates first attempt at making font look interesting above) looks as stupid as hell...what the hell....?

Anyways, I can't sleep. Solution? Blog mofo. BLOG. Where to start though...

Ah: I learnt what "Milf" stood for just now.  Please don't judge me because I didn't know what this meant up until 30 seconds ago...oh, click this. Puck (in Glee (again, JUDGE NOT)) uses it in an episode a few times...surprised at this.  I feel like it shouldn't be allowed.

Oh, OH! OH! (What is wrong with me?) GREAT NEWS...Connie Marie has a boyfraynd! Reaction to this news...not exactly, it's the screaming I'm going for...the video is just amusing ^^ Akshully, just listen to like the first 30 seconds...you get a headache otherwise (I've learned this the hard way...so stupid...) So CONGRATULATIONS. I'm really excited for her. I shall draw a lovely cartoon next week...when...

I GET MY LAPTOP BACK! (MORE SCREAMING)

Don't laugh at my fail editing at (waits) 12:34AM (1234hurray)...Phae and I rented and watched this movie last night togevuh...30 seconds into the movie and we were both cringing and shouting "OH GOD!" and shielding our eyes....SO. MUCH. UNNESCESSARY. NUDITY.  It has Anne Hathaway (and idol to Phae and I) and Jakey (need I say more?), and while it seemed like it was going to be an okay movie...it wasn't. Meh, it was such a letdown for me :( Just a lot of...grossness, R-rated grossness. We also watched 'Life As We Know It', which was the perfect chick flick EVAHR...

Josh Duhamel is...dreamy. ^^ He's so...why are you married?! D: WHY?! Then again, it's not like him being married is going to stop women from swooning over him...:P

I also had the weirdest realization yesterday, I have no potential of having ginger kids. I don't know if I'm disheartened/sad, indifferent, or relieved...I actually don't know.

I just tried googling "ginger asian baby" and "redhead ginger baby", weird things happen, man. Weird...

So...anyways, it's almost 1am now. 12:49am <end post> Sorry for all of this randomness, just really can't sleep.

Y.S. Captain (:

Spring Break Woes

I HAVE PROCRASTINATED (in regards to this blog...okay, and other aspects of my life, but that's not important!) AND I AM SORRY.

Last time I put anything up here, was...and look, I have just procrastinated again and went to go check if I have enough flour to make chocolate chip cookies! I do! Anyways, if you want to figure out how many days it's been since el last blog post, go for it.  For now, I am very, very, extremely tired, so this post shall be short-lived, and lacking appropriate drawings...or...any...drawings...at all.

Anyways, it's Spring Break 2011! (OH YEAAHHHH) Today is Sunday, meaning that I have one more week left of it.  This week shall be filled with me studying...trying to study.  I have to say I was enjoying Spring Break immensely last week.  I got to see mah fraynds, and got to hang with boyfrand which was all pretty krazykool.  Heck, yesterday I went on an adrenaline-filled adventure with my friends: Anu, Phae, Meg, Morgan and (wife) Asha.  Here's a breakdown (because you're so interested, O.o):

11:08 AM ---> Drive to town, knowing "Shizer, I'm going to be late...again" (We were meant to meet at 11 AM, mahaha, right.)
11: (something) AM -----> Finally reach in town, and meet up with Meggo, and realize that I am the second to arrive! SUCCESS! Everyone else came like 1/2 hour later. Teenagers...then Morgan showed up...then Asha.  Asha had an allergic reaction with her eye makeup and when we tried to coax her into washing it off she replied, "I don't give a sh**, whatever." 

A bit later ----> We found ourselves in the park requesting music at our local radio station.  Asha: "Hey, I'd like to request "Ballad of Mona Lisa" by Panic! at the Disco..." 10 minutes later, they're playing "Nine in the Afternoon"...fail.  Then we traipsed on over to Mr. Chicken (oh yeah, healthy. For reals.) where Phae and Anu showed up.

Okay, this time thing isn't working out so I'm just going to ramble.   We decided that since it was sooooo beautiful outside we were going to catch the bus down to the beach, while we were waiting for el bus...WE SAW A HOBO GETTING ARRESTED! OH, HECK YEAH! 5 police cars screeching past the sidewalk, and they all cornered the guy, beat him to the floor, and got out a taser gun.  I tell you...it was exciting.  Meg even took a picture, but...it's really just me putting on a stupid face and pointing to something in the background...huh.  Well anyways, we finally made it down to the beach, sat there and gazed at three British blokes who were "climbing" rocks, wearing "shagadelic shorts" (thanks, Phae)...then went to Morgan's abode, and watched Glee.  I also learned how to play "A Thousand Miles" by Vanessa Carlton.  Yeah. Cool.

So, now I'm just plain old lonely and bored.  Connor has been abducted by the great white north, meh. Megan, (my daughter...a different one from Meg) is probably away, meh.  Lara-Skatapus is probably coming back soon, meh. Morgan is busy being athletic, double-meh...makin' me feel failwhale for not going for a run right now. Asha...well, she needs to contact me.  Connie...her too >.> Anu...she's cool with me, I saw her yesterday, and I'll see her again soon.  Meg and Phae are pretty groovy kids, cuz I shall see them soon ^^ YEAH! 

Today is not fun.  I am going to watch Black Swan now...oooohhhh, crazy ballerinas...delish.  Akshully, going to go and make cookies first. Nom :3 

OHHHHH GREAT NEWS, SO GREAT THAT THIS BLOG POST DECIDED TO CHANGE FONT. HURRAH?  ANYWAYS: Getting my laptop back next weekend!! :D ^^ Listen to that hallelujah chorus. AAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEENNNNNNNNN! Right, totally done now.

Love Captain Wallish Q:{/ < it's an unimpressed Frenchman (beret, and amazing moustache...gosh, I'm tired.)