Vomit

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.
...
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...

Stachios

Sometimes I Waste Time...Other Times, You Do.

I DREAMED A DREAM IN TIME GONE BYYYYY WHEN HOPE WAS HIGH AND LIFE WORTH LIVING! I DREAMED THAT LOVE WOULD NEVER DIEEEEEEE! I DREAMED THAT GOD WOULD BE FORGIVING!

And then I met you.

And saw that...face of yours.
Everything just sort of melted then. Kind of like how I picture Quasimodo's brain seeping onto a steel bar in an epic display of oozing misery. The bar is cold too.

Did I get carried away there? No, no I don't think so...

So you know what I've been doing almost every single night before falling asleep? Don't take that places it doesn't need to go... You took it, didn't you? I didn't even get to answer my own question. :( WELL WELL WELL WELL FINE. I'm going to answer it anyway just to spite you. And because I want to.

I listen to Ólafur Arnalds. He is amazing. Good gosh. Gosh that is good. You know.... I haven't showered today.

http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Kris/beard.png
http://www.geekologie.com/image.php?path=/2011/02/03/star-wars-jobs.jpg

http://www.miamiherald.com/2011/02/05/2051122/barry-manilow-and-me.html

Wasn't that fun?

Hugs on the other hand...

Light & Day

Gotta love them Polyphonic Spree[s].

"Needs an octtoman"
It really does. It also needs to be in my possession. That just looks so cool to me. I want it. Rawr. My sentences are so complex and intelligent sounding, aren't they? They are. I like to answer my own questions. Isn't that right? Yes.

Now, folks, don't forget to go out and purchase the entire contents of your local stores!

(focus on the bread though because in about 5 minutes it will be gone. :D) Because, you know, on Sunday- Monday we're gonna have a few blizzards with some ice and snow and stuff so naturally, since we live in Alabama, the COLDEST state in America that happens to be most prone to starvation via blizzards and ice and snow and stuff, we have to purchase enough disaster items, that may or may not happen to be edible, that will enable us to STILL be cozy and lazy even during blizzards and ice and snow and stuff!! Long sentence that was most likely gramatically incorrect. Oh, well. We'll pretend I did it on purpose for rant and humor purposes. I said purpose twice. Add an 's'. Okay. At least (most) people won't be out on the road killing babies, and maybe themselves too. It's sad that our tires won't be as prepared as we are. Unless you're from the north and you decided to JUST NOW move here like today.... I think too much.

Anyways.

All of that was sarcasm. I could care less how much food my family buys. I'll just admire it and eat it. And maybe sing to it... but mostly eat it. Which is why it happens to be there. To make my stomach, Dimitri, happy. Dimitri is a good name for a stomach...I did well. But yes, I LOVE snow. I don't know if that has anything to do with the fact that I was born in Africa, walked around everywhere barefoot, and apparently went outside on more than one occasion without certain articles of clothing. I might have urinated on a bush one time. But when I came here, and discovered snow, I CLEARLY remember the wonder I first felt. "NOW I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE TO URINATE ON!" No, I'm kidding. Maybe. However, the big snow that my sisters got to experience I was either too young to remember or not born yet. Yurp. Well, now at 16 I love snow. So if it snows, I will be very energetic and more than likely annoying. :) Also happy. Woop woop. Don't eat yellow snow.

I wrote all that yesterday because I was bored, and my meds were out (and in, if you count the stuff I take at night that makes me slightly less intelligent. Heh.) of my system so I needed something to do until I got tired. Mhmm... SO obviously the power is still on or I wouldn't be typing this. I am just so smart sometimes. I surprise even myself.

TUNE TIME:
(stuff I've been listening to a lot lately)
- Only Living Boy In New York by Simon & Garfunkel



- Stay Alive by Propatingz, Hustlers Concerto (Boss Dub), and 16bit Chainsaw Calligraphy(Crunk Massacre Remix)







- Sway by Perishers



- I'd Give My Life For You (Miss Saigon) ~ Lea Salonga



- New Slang by The Shins



- The Mistress Witch from McClure (Or the Mind That Knows Itself) by Sufjan Stevens



And anything similar to anything that I just listed. Woot woot.
Well.
Since typing this is wasting about as much time as finding those YouTube videos did, I'm gonna go now.

Hugs on the other hand...

Happy New Year! :D Next Year The World Is Gonna End! :D

Or maybe someone's firework will just drizzle down in pathetic, red, syrup-like failure, land on some bloke's roof, and then proceed to light this bloke's roof on fire.

Oh. It's you. You're there. With that face of yours that [enter insult here]. HAHAHAHA OHHHHHH YOUUUUUU!!!!! YOU YOU YOU YOU!!! YOU JUST INSULTED YOURSELF. OH SNAP...Crackle pop. Rice Krispies. What exactly happens now? Oh yeah, you're there. Maybe I should like greet you or somefink so you're all welcomed and fuzzy. Well, maybe not fuzzy. Unless its a beard. That, I'm alright with.

Greetings. Right. We'll just skip them. Greetings are boring. Like things that are boring but that aren't greetings because if they were then that would be a bad comparison.

GO BACK TO BED, WILMA!

Stuff I'm thinking about that I feel comfortable sharing/typing/whatever:

http://www.miamiherald.com/2011/01/01/v-fullstory/1992746/dave-barrys-2010-year-in-review.html

"Let’s put things into perspective: 2010 was not the worst year ever. There have been MUCH worse years. For example, toward the end of the Cretaceous Period, the Earth was struck by an asteroid that wiped out 75 percent of all the species on the planet. Can we honestly say that we had a worse year than those species did? Yes we can, because they were not exposed to Jersey Shore.

So on second thought we see that this was, in fact, the worst year ever."

Go read the whole thing. It's great. :P

http://www.geekologie.com/2011/01/2011_now_with_more_pet_panda_c.php

This made me immensely sad even though those THINGS are KIND OF cute. Actually, no. I changed my mind. They look cold and scared, and even kind of wet. They probably are. I mean, think about it. It is sad.

And don't get all "BUT THIS IS SUCH A BREAKTHROUGH BLAH BLAH BLAH ACHIEVEMENTS BLAH BLAH BLAH SMART PEOPLE DO SMART THINGS BLAH BLAH BLAH SCIENCE BLAH BLAH BLAH I'M LIKE GOD BLAH BLAH BLAH etc" Because really, that's what these sick dingbats are doing. Playing God and continuing to remain unsuccessful because no matter how smart (or dumb) they get, they're still human, and the human race, despite its achievements, is still retarded most of the time. If you're aware and I'm sure you are (unless you just lack the desire to have a clue on what's going on in the world -beneath the surface- and what's going to happen. A lot of people conveniently leave off that last bit), these type of experiments have been going on for quite a while now. It's the lack of publicity that the consequences, compared to their positive results, received that bothers me. I'm not a PETA member, nor am I one of those 5-year-old sweethearts that cuddles with fuzzy puppies and tapes pictures of lambs, kittens, ducklings...etc all over those pretty pink walls. Oh, are you surprised? I seem to shock people everywhere I go. BUT I do disagree with this. These animals that are being bred with other completely different animals are living agonizing "lives" if that's what you want to call it. If there is a positive result, you'll hear about, but the deaths of all the other tries they'll go through until they GET to that result are painful, pointless and cruel. Those tries, and the number of tries, you may not hear as much about. Most times this crap is for scientific research or what not and we're supposed to be happy that neeeeew thiiiiings are being discovered, but um what's being discovered here? Animals gettin' bussay? Animals aren't humans. If this is supposed to somehow prove that in 10+ years my nonexistent grandchildren will have the organs of a mutated panda/cow or somesuch, then I will most vehemently shout "fugglenuts" above the rooftops because I sure as heckfire do not want pandow insides intermixed with my own. We were created with OUR organs in OUR own bodies for extremely good reasons and if you don't believe me then I have a wonderful idea for you that you are welcome to try at home: Those pandows are being sold as pets for a lot of money. But. They're being sold nonetheless. Get rich and buy one so I can prove my point. Perform self surgery, and after approximately a week after painful and agonizing existence, you can ask God yourself why you were created with YOUR organs and not a pandow's. :) As much as I love science, there comes a time were people need to draw a line even if it's chalk and recognize their position as man and not God.

Aside from the creators of the pandow, I will be so generous as to list why this THING makes me sad.

BUT WHHHHHHY BEEECCCCCAAA. WHY CAN'T YOU BE NOOOORRRMMMMAAALLLLL.

Panda's are my favorite animal and these people are being mean to it. Shut up.

1) Because Panda's are my favorite animal, and I didn't already say that. All in your head, man. All in your head.

2) People kept making comments about "MMMM GONNA GET ME SOME PANDA BURGERS YUP NOM NOM NOM YUP MMMMM" and it upset my mind so very much. :( DON'T NOM THEM. DON'T DO IT. S:QLKJE:IUWIOEJLIEJLIEJ83ro3r439r93rijsdj;LER

3) #2

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7) #2

8) It is no longer a Panda. Must keep it's original form, and must keep away from lowly cows that happen to be nomed in this culture. I wish I was magical so I could turn myself into a panda and warn all the other pandas. I would also save them from this horrid horrid crime against everything that is Asian and cute and furry and huggable. Like a pwanda...mech pilot pwanda... yes... I would fight like Mech Pilot Pwanda for other pandas so as to save them from the evil bad not good people that want to turn them into mutated pandows AND SELL THEM AS PETS.

http://www.mechpilotpwanda.com/





Daft Punk doing the soundtrack to Tron, which I saw yesterday, made me like the movie soooo much more than I would have if they DIDN'T do the soundtrack because I love Daft Punk and have for a while. Tron + Daft Punk = Win
That would be the song that everyone has apparently been raving about, and for a good reason. WATCCHHHH IITT :D The actual movie was really good. Although, I think given all they had to work with, they could have done better. Personally, I don't think the acting was top notch (that's what set it off for me mostly), but the overall film was quite awesome.


http://www.weirdasianews.com/2011/01/03/avatarthemed-weddings-hit-china/

China is now offering Avatar themed weddings in case you wanted to, for whatever reason, move to Wulingyuan (some place in Hunan that apparently resembles Pandora) and get married. My sister is highly against this idea though, because if you move to China and get married, (regardless if the smurfs are there or not) you may, in fact, want to make some babies with your spouse. However, if you make some babies with your spouse, you may, in fact, want to keep them. (depending on the number of children you have whether they were planned or not. If you only have one and its a boy then you have nothing to worry about.) Except China has that whole one child policy thing so that's going to make all these Chinese parents get rid of unwanted infants that are going to most likely be female. So... there are, in fact, complications to you keeping your children or having them in the first place. (But you could always just paint them blue, call em' a Navi, and I'm sure everyone there would be cool with it.)

"The Policy has been implicated in an increase in forced abortions, female infanticide,and underreporting of female births, and has been suggested has a possible cause behind China's gender imbalance." -Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One-child_policy)
I can't imagine why Mary would be against this idea. Also, I like it when Wikipedia talks for me. I did NOT, however, copy and paste that like a lazy little dingbat.

Anyways. There's that. BUT I MEAN HECK. Who care's about babies when you can have your picture taken with a fake Navi doing a gangster pose??! I never had the desire to have my picture taken beside fake cartoon/animated characters. Even as a very young kid in Africa... Heh. A guy that I knew and that apparently happened to be good friends with my family decided to put on a Donald Duck costume. This GROWN MAN that I "knew" also decided slash dared to speak to me while in this exaggerated, hideous thing. (I was probably 3 or 4 and had not recognized the character. Give me a break.) Naturally, I did what any frightened child, who had just been spoken to by a large, intimidating duck with a loud intrusive voice and a natural lisp, would have done. I cried. I didn't cry very often as a young child or so I'm told so this is apparently a big deal. I also hated any kind of clown, but that's kind of irrelevant.

ANYHOO

"Nothing says 'eternal bliss' like giant blue weirdos mucking up your wedding photos."

Speaking of the Asians, today (or yesterday because I typed this yesterday. I am taking out unneeded nonsense and shall post it today hopefully. Huzzah.) happens to be Hayao Miyazaki's 70th birthday. And Miyazaki happens to be the mastermind behind my favorite movie, or one of them at least. (Howl's Moving Castle) So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

And the last thing on my mind is coffee. Starbucks. They changed their logo.

Huh.
I really did mean last thing. oaijoiwue['qjsdoaiu tired. K bye.

Hugs on the other hand...








Info on Starbucks' new logo links:
http://www.good.is/post/starbucks-drops-the-starbucks-from-its-logo/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+good/lbvp+%28GOOD+Main+RSS+Feed%29&utm_content=Google+Reader

http://www.businessweek.com/ap/financialnews/D9KIB4S00.htm

I am the Boohbah

Happy January or whatever.

Hugs on the other hand...