I'm kind of hungry right now.
That is somewhat irrelevant.
Oh, pootnanny. Eh. What's today? Today is Thursday... unless you're reading this Friday. Which means if it were in your case, today would be Friday. Although, it's not your case. It's in my own and I happen to be the one typing these very words (Literally. These very words.) ...so today is Thursday. Hey, I'm smart. "Hey, nice to meet you." No, no, my dear readers. Don't clap for me. I really don't feel like standing up and acknowledging your painful existence with a bow or a smile of some sort. Heh. Yes, I do realize that that sentence made little sense. Heh. Heh. When becoming a blogger, remaining a blogger, being a blogger in general, it is somewhat encouraged to acknowledge the existence of readers. That way people are more inclined to read what you post. So. Yeah.
what you post
Heh. Heh. Heh.
...
And this is why my blog is a waste of time. And space.
Except I don't particularly care.
Now, let's move on to some stuff you probably won't care about either. I don't know why I'm using bold today...o.O And neither do you. You useless piece of whatever you're a piece of. My mother reads this.
this.
Yes, that is from Sweeney Todd (obviously), but I'm showing it to you for reasons that don't really have much to do with the movie. My point revolves around this particular song. Alrighty, so I was at Mary's apt. today and we were cooking... or she was cooking and I was pretending to help. You know, measuring out the basil, salt, oregano, that kind of stuff. Skilled, man. Yeah, *cries* I was talking about you. Spaghetti Alfredo or whatever you master on the weekends. So I saw this largish knife... and I know you're totally expecting me to say something about chopping some bloke's ear off and then neatly placing that ear in a nice Ziploc bag so that I might sleep with it or something. (Or something. That doesn't need to go places. So it won't.) ...Maybe you're just expecting me to say something about the knife, in my hands, cutting off a random head. Well, I just said something about that so there you go. I should stop now. I said I wouldn't get all Sweeney on you, or I meant to, 'cause I know I have a naive homeschooler reading this; and well, I'm getting dangerously close to talking about pies being made up of your neighbors' annoying grandparents. I'm also quite off topic....Um. So I saw this largish knife and I decided that the most appropriate and mature thing to do next was to slowly raise it into an epic, dramatic pose and then sing.
"Mmmmmaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii fffrrrriiiieeeennnndsssss. OOOooo0ooohhhh, mmmmyyyyyy FFFFFrrrRRRRiiiIIIIIeeEEEeeEEeeeEEEEeeEEeeNdS!
Ruuuuuuuubbbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
RubyrubyrubyrubymyfriendsrubiesyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahLEAVEMELOVETT!!!!!!!"
Now, you can clap. I sounded JUST like Depp too. Minus the male voice. Strange. Anyways, the singing of the Todd brought up the other songs including the one I posted above all this nonsense. It's quite fun to sing (and listen to), and out of all the songs in the movie (since I doubt none of you listen to the original broadway production heh), that one sounds the most like Sondheim. I like it. Except. (And it really does makes sense with the movie before I say this) It's a stalker song. Listen to the lyrics. Creepy. I still like it though. I dig his voice.
(Note: Bruce, I typed out all that ear-chopping stuff way before our phone conversation. Something to do with an ear being cut off. My ear. So I could successfully suck my ear and hold my thumb. Yeah. I think. I was proofreading, and I noticed that. o.O)
http://voices.washingtonpost.com/capitalweathergang/2011/02/eyewitness_account_of_new_zeal.html
WELL, I found out about NZ's earthquake in South Island like yesterday, while watching Phil.
DR. PHIL. OH YEAAAAAH.
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No.
DeFranco.
"It really shows how ill-prepared we are and obviously this is a terrible story but we have to look at this in a sense of 'How do we future proof against natural disasters?' And I don't have the answer because I don't know how you defend against the world being destroyed around you BY the world around you. 'Cause it just seems like every so often mother earth has that time of the month, gets cramps, and hundreds, thousands of people die."
Well, doesn't that just chap your hiney...
I was all "WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?" because apparently I was off in my own little world when it did. Hey, that happens too ya know.
Well, it HAPPENED on February 21st and was actually part of the aftershock sequence of the earthquake that occurred in September in Darfield, New Zealand. I found it very saddening. There are 145 dead as of today and more than 200 missing. Practically a third of the buildings in Christchurch will have to be rebuilt. I mean, the place is a mess. Obviously. They just experienced a disastrous earthquake. Herp derp. But, it's still sad to me.
(Note: It is now well past midnight. More like almost 11 pm....26th of Feb)
OKAY. OH MY GOSH. WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE GETTING MY EMAIL ADDRESS- oh yeah it's like on here or what not....but that's not the point. I meant AIM actually. It's connected with the chat on my email....err yes. Anyways, some weird bloke messaged me. I don't know this person. Erm.
Jen21bori: hey there, whats up??
Me: Um hi...
Jen21bori: i just finished working out a lil bit ago. what are you up to?
Me: Eating toast. Good stuff.
Jen21bori: nice i just started working from home since i'm still in college. you doin anything tonite?
*signs off*
I don't like these types of conversations. At all. Bori, if your reading this, then don't instant message me again. Cool beans.
Speaking of movies. "WHAT?" Heh.
You know that new movie coming out called Born to be Wild?
Of course, you do. Well, my family knows the Sheldricks. They're people. You don't know them. And I'm more than likely misspelling their name. My sister was in a class with this boy who happens to be the grandchild of Mrs. Sheldrick WHO happens to be in this movie. They were in Africa with my family and such. Good times. If only I remembered them.
I just watched Mary and Max, a brilliant and quirky clay animation film that happens to be based on a true story. The story revolves around two unique, and unforgettable individuals who seek friendship in each other when the world around them provides nothing but confusion. I think that everyone should stop reading this, and go watch this movie. You will smile. I guarantee it.
http://qntm.org/difference
Eh...go waste some time.
Today is now the 2nd of March, and I have successfully composed 6-day post. This is why my blog is titled what it is. Hello. My class today was canceled. I'm going to be so bored today. I do have homework and stuff to do, but even still. All day at my mother's office isn't any fun. I'm quite tired. I have no idea what to bore you with now. BUT I CAN'T JUST END IT BECAUSE, HEY, 6DAYPOSTS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SOMEWHAT LENGTHY. Dimitri, let's eat some fruit. Omnom.
You peoples have seen Anastasia, right? Of course you have. Psh. What a stupid question... Everyone's seen that... Bunny trail: I've been told that right after I moved to the states, I was terrified of almost every Disney movie imaginable. This, however, makes very little sense to me because my family is huge with the Disney sing-along movies, and my dad has this music gene that got passed down so we (we= my sisters and I) got into broadway and instrumental music at a young age WHICH I WAS ALSO TOLD. And now, we're into broadway that makes fun of broadway. Why am I talking about broadway!? DISNEY! Okay so, the "connection" is that I clearly remember singing along to all of the songs to Anastasia, The Little Mermaid, Mulan, Beauty and the Beast, etc... except this person tells me that I'm apparently freaking out all over them. A very old family friend told me this. Although, I wonder if it was on furlough because I just really remember growing up on this films. Heh. I'm not retarded. I know It takes a while to get used to the US. Africa is vastly different even if you happened to grow up in a boarding school with tasty chai and countless games of chess. I also know I was awkward as a 5 & 6 year old and that I probably didn't fancy every movie I watched when I first moved here. It's always possible that I liked the movie up until Rasputin came on. Or... maybe I said that I liked it, that I didn't get scared by the little green bat things, and then proceeded to have nightmares for a few weeks after just watching it once. I really don't remember. I might ask later at some point. It's just that important. Or I might forget.
Back to point: AINAISITIASIASSPJSJLKJQA! I'D GIVE HER A HA! AND THEN HIIIIIYAH! AND THEN WOOOOOOWAH! And I'd kick her, sir. That's very pointy, Becca. Well, I watched Anastasia the other day and then I realized something...the song I remembered singing or wanting to sing (since I was little and my sisters were old enough to remember how not to be stupid) the most was the song at the end......during the credits. Heeeeeeh. Go ahead and laugh at me since I'm already laughing at myself, but that's what I remember and I totally sang along when I watched it the other day. It's pretty much Michelle Branch meets Emiliana Torrini meets Aaron Carter meets Scott Weinger. Maybe not Scott.
So um.....here. XD
It starts with a WOO and then you get really crazy with the hips, sir.
It was youtube's BEST VERSION. :P Not really. It cuts off.
BUT ONLY SO I CAN CUT ON! (um.)
ANNNNNNNNNNND LIFE IS A ROAD AND I WANNA KEEP GOIN'! LOVE IS A RIVER I WANNA KEEP FLOWIN'! LIFE IS ROAD NOW AND FOREVER WONDERFUL JOUUUUURRRNNNNEEEEYYYYYY!!! I'LL BE THERE WHEN THE WORLD STOPS TURNING! I'LL BE THERE WHEN THE STORM IS THROUGH! IN THE END I WANNA BE STANDING AT THE BEGINNNNINNNNG WIIIIITH YOUUUUUU!!!!
You're not clapping.
You're still not clapping.
Just leave.
Hugs on the other hand...
