Yesterday was Michael Jackson's birthday. I spent it washing a car, eating ice cream, watching a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles special, and writing a list of 25 things about me for a facebook thing. I haven't posted it yet, mostly because I despise talking about myself.
Somewhat ironic for a blogger, oui?
Monday, August 30, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I am a bad, bad person.
So. Obviously I've lost BEDA. And I don't even have a good excuse! It's not as though I could cite white-water rafting or writing an epic novel as the reason for my disappearance.
No. I've been reading Twilight fanfiction and playing Robot Unicorn Attack.
Now, the fanfiction was good. Arguably better than the actual book, although I know some would beg to differ. Honestly, I just enjoy justifying the fact that I once loved the book by reading fanfiction in which the characters have actual, three-dimensional personalities, rather than a list of traits. It helps me to convince myself that in the book, they had personalitites, too. Which, with my twisted logic, slightly justifies my past love.
And Robot Unicorn Attack.
No. I've been reading Twilight fanfiction and playing Robot Unicorn Attack.
Now, the fanfiction was good. Arguably better than the actual book, although I know some would beg to differ. Honestly, I just enjoy justifying the fact that I once loved the book by reading fanfiction in which the characters have actual, three-dimensional personalities, rather than a list of traits. It helps me to convince myself that in the book, they had personalitites, too. Which, with my twisted logic, slightly justifies my past love.
And Robot Unicorn Attack.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Libero! Libero Libero Liberoooo!
That's from Bloomability, by Sharon Creech. Oh, how I love that book.
You know what's...odd? Time.
It has a way of sneaking up on you and confusing you.
For instance....the whole Marky debacle seems like it was years ago.
But there are days that we spent together long before that that seem like they were only weeks ago.
And christmas. Christmas hardly seems as though it were 8 months ago.
But I can't even remember New Year's Eve.
No comprendo on my part.
You know what's...odd? Time.
It has a way of sneaking up on you and confusing you.
For instance....the whole Marky debacle seems like it was years ago.
But there are days that we spent together long before that that seem like they were only weeks ago.
And christmas. Christmas hardly seems as though it were 8 months ago.
But I can't even remember New Year's Eve.
No comprendo on my part.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Free rice!
My parents were on the Nanny.
My great uncle was the head of design on that show, and he used my parents wedding picture for one of the props.
My mom told me about that a long, long time ago, but I forgot...until I turned the TV on and there they were, in Whoopi Goldberg's lap XD
My great uncle was the head of design on that show, and he used my parents wedding picture for one of the props.
My mom told me about that a long, long time ago, but I forgot...until I turned the TV on and there they were, in Whoopi Goldberg's lap XD
Friday, August 6, 2010
BEDA!
Blog Every Day in August.
I've started a bit late, having just heard about it (through the nedfighters ning; nerdfighters ftw!).
We'll see how it goes.
So I've decided to start this thing.
I heard about from Alex Day/nerimon, on youtube. According to science, it takes 21 days to break a habit. That's the whole idea behind this thing, which I will actually start to explain.....now.
I've started a bit late, having just heard about it (through the nedfighters ning; nerdfighters ftw!).
We'll see how it goes.
So I've decided to start this thing.
I heard about from Alex Day/nerimon, on youtube. According to science, it takes 21 days to break a habit. That's the whole idea behind this thing, which I will actually start to explain.....now.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Smell the newness...
Ooh, look. A blog, all to myself.
I’m really not sure what I’m going to do with such a thing. I could be a book blogger, but I really do suck hard at summarizing books. I always manage to make them sound even stupider than the description on the back cover. And I always feel like such a pretentious ass, crtitising books, as though I could do any better.
I’m really not sure what I’m going to do with such a thing. I could be a book blogger, but I really do suck hard at summarizing books. I always manage to make them sound even stupider than the description on the back cover. And I always feel like such a pretentious ass, crtitising books, as though I could do any better.
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