OH, MAKE THE STUPIDITY END!
Sorry, my algebra teacher is acting like we're in kindergarten.
Hi.
I'm different and random. You?
I'm also smarter than that.
"Who can tell me what property is used here?" The first reply into the box is mine: "Scroll up in the chat box."
I go to an online school, so we chat about it.
When I solved the problem (ten minutes before the teacher did), I said, "Next step is commutative property."
Lol, stop the stupidity.
PEACE OUT, CHIPMUNKS!
Exactly how it sounds.
Thursday, January 19
Monday, January 16
Perfect Blue Buildings by Counting Crows
I'm only writing this because I am bored at 4:21.
Oh, I've been searching Maximum Ride pictures 'cause I can and here's what I've come up with:
Oh, I've been searching Maximum Ride pictures 'cause I can and here's what I've come up with:
I WOULD die to fly! Especially with these mutant freaks! Hm...they neglected to mention Total...
Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Erasers? Who the heck came up with that?
I'm guessing Max is talking about her Voice. And she DOES find Fang pretty dang irritating. 'Cause he's all silent most of the time and when she doesn't want him to say anything ("You loooove me! You love me this much!"), of course he manages to. You go, Fang!
This has got to be after School's Out--Forever because Fang sorta gets injected with Max's blood. After she thinks she may be seriously sick. Which was not smart. My favorite quote on this topic actually is, "Of course, the prince gets the bed all to himself."--Max. "Yep. The prince has a gaping side wound." --Fang.
Anyway, I'm looking for more, constantly aware of the fact that I desperately need a life. :)
Thursday, January 12
Anything by Sixpence None the Richer
My last post was actually started last night, so that's why it's up.
And I am still pretty darn angry at Rick Riordan!
Hi.
I'm different and random. You?
I am angry at Rick Riordan because...
5. The Son of Neptune was long anticipated, and a big disappointment to me
4. Every song I ever wrote about his characters/from his characters' points of view were disregarded as terrible by my friend
3. Everything he said in The Son of Neptune about Percy's condition contradicted everything he said about Jason's exact same condition in The Lost Hero.
2. He has yet to come up with something as good as Anne Ursu's Cronus Chronicles. Still waiting, though The Last Olympian came toe to toe with The Shadow Thieves.
1. Oh, yeah, I saw this interview with him on the news the other day. I've been working on a story for literal years! And then he decided to write one on the same SUBJECT!
I am not happy. Rick Riordan has fallen LOW. My list of favorite authors has him tied with Michael Buckley. Purely for humor. Story line, even Michael Buckley beats Rick Riordan at the moment. So what do I read? That's a good question. Lately it's been Maximum Ride, so, James Patterson is actually being read in my own house! Yep, you heard that right. Or Anne Ursu, but I'm not entirely loving the fact that she at least pretended to kill Charlotte. I was sobbing when I read that part. Or Brandon Sanderson--so freaking sarcastic, so freaking hilarious.
Anyway, like I said last post, I desperately need to get a life.
PEACE OUT, CHIPMUNKS!
And I am still pretty darn angry at Rick Riordan!
Hi.
I'm different and random. You?
I am angry at Rick Riordan because...
5. The Son of Neptune was long anticipated, and a big disappointment to me
4. Every song I ever wrote about his characters/from his characters' points of view were disregarded as terrible by my friend
3. Everything he said in The Son of Neptune about Percy's condition contradicted everything he said about Jason's exact same condition in The Lost Hero.
2. He has yet to come up with something as good as Anne Ursu's Cronus Chronicles. Still waiting, though The Last Olympian came toe to toe with The Shadow Thieves.
1. Oh, yeah, I saw this interview with him on the news the other day. I've been working on a story for literal years! And then he decided to write one on the same SUBJECT!
I am not happy. Rick Riordan has fallen LOW. My list of favorite authors has him tied with Michael Buckley. Purely for humor. Story line, even Michael Buckley beats Rick Riordan at the moment. So what do I read? That's a good question. Lately it's been Maximum Ride, so, James Patterson is actually being read in my own house! Yep, you heard that right. Or Anne Ursu, but I'm not entirely loving the fact that she at least pretended to kill Charlotte. I was sobbing when I read that part. Or Brandon Sanderson--so freaking sarcastic, so freaking hilarious.
Anyway, like I said last post, I desperately need to get a life.
PEACE OUT, CHIPMUNKS!
This Charming Man by the Smiths
Sorry it's been forever. There's such a thing as a forum on fanfiction that takes up all your time...
I'm pretty sure no one there devotes as much time as I do...
Hi...
I'm different, random, and my sleep schedule is permanently screwed. You?
Probably yes, yes, and no, but I really don't care at the moment. I really don't care about anything. I took the link from Counting Crows playlist (on stereomood) to the Emo playlist. And then up starts a sprightly tune by the name of This Charming Man. Listening to the lyrics, a cover (winking at my band) would be awesome! I got a tune already!
Anyway...I realized, in my third week of school break, that I desperately need to get a life. I mean, getting up at two A.M. to write a book? Not normal by, really, anyone's standards.
But then again I am different and random...
PEACE OUT, CHIPMUNKS!
I'm pretty sure no one there devotes as much time as I do...
Hi...
I'm different, random, and my sleep schedule is permanently screwed. You?
Probably yes, yes, and no, but I really don't care at the moment. I really don't care about anything. I took the link from Counting Crows playlist (on stereomood) to the Emo playlist. And then up starts a sprightly tune by the name of This Charming Man. Listening to the lyrics, a cover (winking at my band) would be awesome! I got a tune already!
Anyway...I realized, in my third week of school break, that I desperately need to get a life. I mean, getting up at two A.M. to write a book? Not normal by, really, anyone's standards.
But then again I am different and random...
PEACE OUT, CHIPMUNKS!
Friday, January 6
Betray by Son Lux
Desperately need to find a new band. Desperately wish my iPod was actually WORKING!
Sorry, I'm a zombie if I'm up at this hour of the morning twice.
Hi, I'm different and random. You?
Grr. My friend, River, said she'd be on today early. I am still waiting. It has been an hour. (shaking fist at River)
Anyway...
Sorry so short, working on a story.
PEACE OUT, CHIPMUNKS! (again thankful for backspace, without it, you guys would be struggling to find the meaning in "Preacxe out chipmunks")
Sorry, I'm a zombie if I'm up at this hour of the morning twice.
Hi, I'm different and random. You?
Grr. My friend, River, said she'd be on today early. I am still waiting. It has been an hour. (shaking fist at River)
Anyway...
Sorry so short, working on a story.
PEACE OUT, CHIPMUNKS! (again thankful for backspace, without it, you guys would be struggling to find the meaning in "Preacxe out chipmunks")
Tuesday, January 3
A weird video that somehow some of you are getting to this blog...how?
Apparently domar.ru is a way some of you are getting to this blog. How, I have no freaking clue. It's this whole "Conspiracy" thing I never heard about until today...?
I mean, come ON! Get a LIFE!
Hi, I'm different and random. You?
GAHHHHH!!! )=2!!!!!
Sorry it's short, I'm lazy and busy. Leave me alone. And I lost my voice, so there.
I mean, come ON! Get a LIFE!
Hi, I'm different and random. You?
GAHHHHH!!! )=2!!!!!
Sorry it's short, I'm lazy and busy. Leave me alone. And I lost my voice, so there.
Friday, December 30
I'm Serious This Time
There is no messing around right now. http://voh-ainleuh.org/?page=Video_Save_The_Village_of_Hope
These children, three of them having other parents being forced to leave them in the past (ahem), are in pain because their parents are leaving. I am still crying a sister's tear for Youseff, Ilyas, and Sabah, all three of which appear in the video, though they are much bigger than when I last saw them in person.
The last time I saw them in person, Youseff and Ilyas were two, and Sabah was one. I know they won't remember their first big sister, the one that got Youseff out from behind the stairs, the one that taught Ilyas to ride a trike, the one that held Sabah first, light as a feather, but I still dream of reuniting. That's all it will ever be, probably, though, a dream. Many of these other children were my friends, Hanane being the closest. I remember everything they said to me when I was sad, trying to make me feel better. I remember every word they told me that made me hurt even when they didn't mean to. I remember every friendly apology or invite to play. I remember all these things about them, so I think it's time that I do something back.
Show how good spontaneous and random can be by supporting Village of Hope. 33 children are not easy to care for, especially without adults to help them.
This February, there is a girl there who will be celebrating her seventh birthday. This will mark the day of a miracle. Sabah was one month old and less than 1.5 kilograms (3.3 pounds). She was born prematurely and her mother didn't want her, so she began to starve her. Because infant mortality rate is so high there, if a child dies a month after birth, the police are involved. Sabah was so tiny, and the local doctor said she wouldn't live. Her parents--my parents--had to stuff cotton in her clothes and keep her close to them at all times to last her through the night. She had to be fed every two hours. I was the first person to hold that little girl in our house. I remember her so well because she was so small and she looked less like a human child and more like a baby.
Now she has big, chocolate brown eyes and long, wavy locks of chocolate in her hair. Her smile is brilliant, and , to me, at least, is more beautiful than all the stars in the sky. If only because I haven't seen her smile in so long.
I want to thank you in advance, even if you can't give, because sometimes added tears are the best you can do.
This next video takes only one second to go straight to the heart, but it pierces through, leaving throbbing aches for days, maybe even weeks or months. It is the shortest video of the three, but it is the most powerful. http://voh-ainleuh.org/?page=Video_Cries_from_Morocco. These are the cries of the children after they were told that their parents had to leave. Sometimes you can hear them saying things in Arabic or English or both. These kids grow up bilingual. The translations are, roughly, "Mommy, I don't want you to go. Mommy, there are men lying. These men are telling us that you are going. Please don't go." This is the saddest sound I've ever heard and it's safe to say ever will hear: the sound of the heartbroken orphans hearing that they are about to be abandoned again.
Be spontaneous and random. Give help, even if that help is sharing their sorrow.
From a loving, long-lost sister, I miss you, Youseff, Ilyas, and Sabah! Sister will always remember you and always love you, no matter what people say. You will be in my thoughts and prayers. (kisses an old, dusty photograph of four children, two toddler boys and a toddler girl and a seven-year-old girl, all out in the forest for the last Wednesday together)
These children, three of them having other parents being forced to leave them in the past (ahem), are in pain because their parents are leaving. I am still crying a sister's tear for Youseff, Ilyas, and Sabah, all three of which appear in the video, though they are much bigger than when I last saw them in person.
The last time I saw them in person, Youseff and Ilyas were two, and Sabah was one. I know they won't remember their first big sister, the one that got Youseff out from behind the stairs, the one that taught Ilyas to ride a trike, the one that held Sabah first, light as a feather, but I still dream of reuniting. That's all it will ever be, probably, though, a dream. Many of these other children were my friends, Hanane being the closest. I remember everything they said to me when I was sad, trying to make me feel better. I remember every word they told me that made me hurt even when they didn't mean to. I remember every friendly apology or invite to play. I remember all these things about them, so I think it's time that I do something back.
Show how good spontaneous and random can be by supporting Village of Hope. 33 children are not easy to care for, especially without adults to help them.
This February, there is a girl there who will be celebrating her seventh birthday. This will mark the day of a miracle. Sabah was one month old and less than 1.5 kilograms (3.3 pounds). She was born prematurely and her mother didn't want her, so she began to starve her. Because infant mortality rate is so high there, if a child dies a month after birth, the police are involved. Sabah was so tiny, and the local doctor said she wouldn't live. Her parents--my parents--had to stuff cotton in her clothes and keep her close to them at all times to last her through the night. She had to be fed every two hours. I was the first person to hold that little girl in our house. I remember her so well because she was so small and she looked less like a human child and more like a baby.
Now she has big, chocolate brown eyes and long, wavy locks of chocolate in her hair. Her smile is brilliant, and , to me, at least, is more beautiful than all the stars in the sky. If only because I haven't seen her smile in so long.
I want to thank you in advance, even if you can't give, because sometimes added tears are the best you can do.
This next video takes only one second to go straight to the heart, but it pierces through, leaving throbbing aches for days, maybe even weeks or months. It is the shortest video of the three, but it is the most powerful. http://voh-ainleuh.org/?page=Video_Cries_from_Morocco. These are the cries of the children after they were told that their parents had to leave. Sometimes you can hear them saying things in Arabic or English or both. These kids grow up bilingual. The translations are, roughly, "Mommy, I don't want you to go. Mommy, there are men lying. These men are telling us that you are going. Please don't go." This is the saddest sound I've ever heard and it's safe to say ever will hear: the sound of the heartbroken orphans hearing that they are about to be abandoned again.
Be spontaneous and random. Give help, even if that help is sharing their sorrow.
From a loving, long-lost sister, I miss you, Youseff, Ilyas, and Sabah! Sister will always remember you and always love you, no matter what people say. You will be in my thoughts and prayers. (kisses an old, dusty photograph of four children, two toddler boys and a toddler girl and a seven-year-old girl, all out in the forest for the last Wednesday together)
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