*sigh*

I jsut found out yet some more bad news about the move... I'll be living at my straight-laced grandmother's house for about a month. If you refer to the first post I made, and then thier opinions on 'that sort'... well, You can see why I'm not happy about this....

This also is going to be one of my only links to everyone... I'll not have i-net at thier house (Nana n Papa), and... well, *sigh* It's going to be incredibly difficult.

On a slightly lighter note - I have compiled a list of theme songs for my various moods/personalities! Go listen to these songs nad get a better idea of me ^_^\/ (Is as close order as I can figure, most to least relevant)

Unwell - Matchbox 20
Iris - GooGoo Dolls
Anthem of Our Dying Day - Story Of The Year
45 - Shinedown
Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down
Meant To Live - Switchfoot
Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional
Dare You To Move - Switchfoot
Getting Away With Murder - Papa Roach

So yeah ^_^ More to come when I think of them. Also, the songs in my prfile represent the songs I like, so to get a taste of my tastes go check them out. ^_^

Anyway...

I'm depressed again. I have issues with that emotion, don't I? Well y'all reading who don't know me well don't know, but... Yeah. So.

It's hard putting these feelings into words... I'm angry and upset and guilty and happy and nervous and terrified and ... everything else. I have never had so many ambivilant feelings over anything before! Well that I can recall, at least. It's really hard to describe... I mean, I'm leaving a lot of my friends in times of... well, bit turning points of thier life. One friend has a court date deciding her parent's custody rights, one friend has a potential boyfriend that I need to monitor, one friend... well, her life is a soap opera, she alwyas needs someone...

And so much is left undone! People I need to settle scores with, people I need to make up with, people I need to make firends with, speak my mind with, punch, kick, tear thier hair out... Alright, so I won't actually do some of that... but there are things I've left too long. A half-decade long 'feud' that I need to ensure is over, a two year grudge I need revenge for, people I want to reconnect with... So much left undone that I don't know how to take care of! Expecially the grudge one... Anyway... Yeah... I'll blog later, I've got too much going on in my head to think...

Oh! And I have skool starting tomorrow and I lack:

Summer reading assingments finished
All the proper materials
The courage to face several people...
What I need to finish that unfinished buisness...

*sigh* I'm an absolute mess...

Bah...

Yup. It's official. Unfortunately, it's official I'm going to be moving. THats the bad news. The good news... is... umm... okay I give. WHats the good in this?...

Thought so...

Oh well. Gah, I'm going to be all sad for a while...

Must... go... read... fluffy... fanfics! ...*gag*...*choke*...*drops dead*

Yay!

I just sat, and for a good hour I messed with the HTML and CSS coding for this blog! Go me! Come on, who agrees with me? I should be a web designer! n.n Anyway... I presently have no complaints because I'm happy I semi-learned to do cool stuffs with my blog text and fonts and stuff!... Okay so I just changed the colors, so what? ^_^\/ they're cool colors. I think, since I have nothing better, I'll create an index of faces!

^_^\/ - grinning, peace sign
^_^\m/ - grinning, rock on
^_~ - wink
n.n - slighly smug
o.o; - shocked/stunned/wiered out
O.o; - same as above but to a grater extent
O.O; - same as above but to a grater extent
-_- - ..Just what it looks like... kinda exasperated...
^_^¿ - sweatdrop; slightly embarassed/amused/exasperated... there are many applications...
XP - sticking out tongue; more 'mocking' then :-p
XD - grinning/laughing
@.@ - dizzy/info overload/the look Pokemon get when knocked out

...If i've forgotten any I'll add them later. ^_^\/The ways we amuse outselves nowadays, ne? Oh! I'll also create a japanese dictionary... or not. I don't know that much Japanese. And I still can't tell the difference in the uses of 'sumimasen'... Oh well! I know how to bow! Yup yup yup...

Hmm... what else can I make a dictionary for? I'm too lazy to go find something proper to do. Typing is easy, isn't it? Simple, fast, easy, and only hurts your wrist if you go at it the entire day, as opposed to the 15 minutes it takes to hurt your hand writing longhand. Or maybe that's just me.

And for the record, I do not babble. And I know you technically aren't supposed to start a sentance with 'and'. But oh well. ...Or 'but'... ... ... oy...

Ah hah! I know what I can make a dictionary for! Or rather, a recipie... Whee!

The Perfect S'more
By Moi

(that is how you spell it, right?)

Equipment:
Either a bonfire, gas or electric stove. Candles usually do not work.
Long wooden stick(if using a bonfire), long shish-kabob skewer(do NOT use if Shish-ka Bob is anywhere nearby)

Ingrediants:
1 Marshmallow (Man-Eating Marshmallows acceptable, but not very tasty)
2 Graham cracker halves (approximately 2"X2", but any size that will fit your Marshmallow will work.)
1/3 Hershey's chocolate bar (preferably one high in protien. Make sure it says 'contains at least 3 bug legs' on the wrapper!)

Pro-de-cure:
Step 1: Turn on stove/light bonfire. If you elect the second option, have a pitcher of lemonade for saftey reasons nearby. Guava-Piña juice will work in a pinch, I think, however it has not been confirmed.
Step 2: Spear your Marshmallow with your cooking untensil of choice (see notes under 'Equipment')
Step 3: Move close enough to your cooking source that the heat is blistering. This is to ensure maximum appreciation of your gooey treat. Watch the outside of your Marshmallow. When it becomes a light, golden brown, or a slightly darker golden brown with a bubbly surface texture, it is ready. Prop the Marshamllow near the heat to keep it warm.
Step 4: Place Chocolate on one half of the Graham Cracker. Pick up your cooking utensil of choice and position it so that the Marshmallow is resting on the Chocolate-garnished half of Graham Cracker.
Step 5: Place the top half of the Graham Cracker on top; withdraw the cooking utensil of choice. Mush the halves together until Marshmallow threatens to spill over the edges. This is tricky, Marshmallow's voices are often very quiet.
Step 6: Here the recipie splits into two sections:
-Locate the nearest Russian Beyblader. If they have red or blue hair that seemingly defies gravity, smush the S'more in thier hair... Only do this AFTER you make sure you are wearing track shoes.
-Eat the S'more. This option, while not as amusing as the first, is the most satisfactory to the tastebuds.

Congratulations! You have made a S'more!

Alas! I have come up with another section to make in this (already long) post!

The most common misconception in YuGiOh
As Misconcieved by my father

The Misconception: There is a card that increses the lifepoints of a player by 400.

The Truth behind the misconception: Contrary to popular belief, there is NOT a card that icreaces one's life points by 400. Card combonations, however, are possible. The Magic card Enchanted Javelin increases one's Life Points by the ATK points of the attacking monster. In the VERY rare case that someone would attack you with one such monster, you could theoretically use this card to increase your lifepoints by 400. However, only a complete idiot would attack with such a weak monster, and only an ever dumber person would waste a powerful card like Enchanted Javelin on such a weak attack. So there. XP

Hm... I've wasted nearly an hour writing pointless babble! ...Well, if I may borrow a quote from Duo of Gundam Wing, "I do not babble!!! I merely enhance the general knowledge of the people around me with my constant barriage of witty and useless intellegence!" So there. ^_^\/

And yet...

I've still got more to say! I think... I shall now insert my own takes on various cliches...

E's guide to Ridiculous Sayings and Altered Song Lyrics

It is wise to try and kill two birds with one stone, although typically it's the Hobbits who succeed at this. Normal humans can too, however it is usually a complex process that includes painting the rock blue so that it's visible, throwing it at a bird, retrieving it, and then throwing it again.

To go the whole nine yards is a good idea, unless you're a football player. Then, you'll get teased if you only go nine yards. Football players best shoot for the full 100 yeards.

Don't count your chickins before they hatch, because you never know how many will be ducks. Or geese. Or emu. Or penguins... Pesky penguins, always laying their eggs in the basket... Best keep several baskets full of eggs to confuse them.

Bye bye miss American pie, drove my CHEVY to the levy but the levy was broken becuase the flood destroyed it mercilessly, killing hundreds of people in the process during one of the worst disaters in this century... erm... and good old boys were drinking the whisky and rye they found floating among the wreckage, singing 'this'll be the day that I die...', which is coincidentally was, because the dam upstream broke just them and unleashed another flood.

A bird in the hand is better than two overhead... Unless of course the two overhead are in fact dead and hung up to drain so that you can cook them, in which case you'll only get bloody, not pooped on... Which is probably worse, because blood stains. But chickin is yummy. So it's all good.

If you have a frog in your throat, start writing your will. Frogs do not allow for breathability.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a tiny gold ring, a crazy old wizard, a loyal gardener and cousins, a broken carrot, and being chased halfway there by nine wraiths on black steeds. Unless, of course, you aren't Frodo Baggins. Then it's just a step. And maybe a new tank of gas.

A spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down, although it negates the effect of the Wolfsbane potion, so if you're Remus Lupin, ignore this.

All that glitters is not gold, sometimes its silver, diamonds, or Mithril. All of which are better than gold... Unless the gold is Aragorn. In which case only the Mithril is better. I think. It's hard to tell.

Comparing apples and oranges is quite easy. All you have to do is measure them for weight, density, water content, chemical makeup and volume. The results of these tests CLEARLY show that nothing rhymes with purple.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, unless is was dropped in dung. But who would give thier girlfriend a dung-covered rose anyway? ...*slaps the one guy who rose his hand*... I repete: Who would give thier girlfriend a dung-covered rose anyway? *crickets* n.n Good.



Alas, it has come time that i must part with you, for I have run out of random things to cram into your brains. Thus, i leave you with these final words:

I do not suffer from Insanity. I thouroughly enjoy every moment of it ^_^\/

Peace, love, and Tala's hair!

Psh...

Alright... Brace yourself...

It's midnight. I took a nap this afternoon and... well, as many of you may or may not know, afternoon naps after you turn 7 are very bad. Unless you ahve narcolepsy. Which I don't. Anyway...

Today I was discussing with my mom the impending potential move. If things go they way that my parents want, we'll be moving a good 16 hours away from my present location on the East Coast. (Hah! I'M NOT TELLING YOU FREAKY STALKERS WHERE!) Err... Yeah. And if things go well(by the parental standard) this move will take play before December.

On the up side, chances are I'd have a room in the refinished garage, right next to the game room which will hopefully hold a pool table. I'd have my own semi-private batroom(it would really be the 'garage' batroom, but...), a private dark room, a large study area, and a tinyHigh School. The current enrollment of this High School is jsut under 300. Yeah...

On the down side, however, we would be withing a ten minute bike-ride of my mom's extremely straight-laced family. I don't know if i can take more than about 2 weeks a year of "Elbows off the table!" "Don't smudge the windows!" "Don't trail your hands over the wall!" etc. Also, the family up there is VERY religion-oriented. While I'm still a Christian, I'm probably not as faithful as they would like me to be. My aunt had a problem with Pokemon becuase of violence, what would she think of a YuGiOh, LOTR, and Harry Potter obsesse who listens to a varitey of music including everything from the more acceptable classical and world to the 'less acceptable' rock and punk? Yeah. I didn't think it'd go over that well either.

On a totally related note, I'd be going to a relatively small school. Im my experiance and from tales told of other horrors, that means that most likely everyone is going to be the exact opposite of me. This may be steriotyping, but we go up there and I'm expecting a large group of preppy girls and poser guys, all whom will try and make friends with me. I'm not a social person. I have made a grand total of three friends without someone I know and trust introdusing me to them first. And the most recent was in 5th grade, and I'm going into 10th. So... WHat does that tell you?

Also, referring back to the relative standpoint, the closest in age to me just turned 14 in... June I think. However, we have very little in common. I mean, we used to be best friends, but Kat is kind of a tomboy while I'm (quite frankly) a but stuck up. She's really open and friendly and I can tell she makes friends easily. I'm not that way. I just can't picture her listening to some of the stuff I do, watching the stuff I watch, reading the stuff I read, etc. Next youngerst after her is my 13 year old brother, after that my 10 year old borther, the slightly younger 10-year old cousin, the 9-year old cousin, the 6 year old, the 5 year old, and then the 1-year old cousin. Going up the next oldest is 25-27.. I can't remember. After that its (about) 29. Then late 30's. and so on. And mentally I jsut don't connect with any of them. Like I said, I'm a lot more loose than my striaght laced relatives. No matter how many flatulant-related jokes they may make. ... Er, actually thats my dad's side. Okay... No matter how many lemonade-related jokes they may make.

That one is another story for another time, whem I'm not feeling so blegh.

But anyway... You can see why I'm as opposed to this as I am for it? I mean, we go up there I'll get my drivers licence almsot right away. I could go aorund the (incredibly tiny) town... I could crive up to the next biggest town about a half hour away... or go an hour away to the next nearest mall... But anyway... I'd be a lot distanced from my family, moreso than I would if we were to stay here. Especially if my room is more removed like I'm hoping it will be. I'd focus on my studies, my art(which I could possibly sell at the frequent, often large art fairs the town holds), and my pool game.

I realized that I've barely mentioned the firends I'd leave behind... Well, this network of friends I have is like my life support system. I can't tell you how many times its saved me, from depression and other things. Seeing as I'm in a fiarly good mood and I don't want to ruin it by reminicing, I'll leave those instances for another time, but the point is moving would be the proverbial removing of the scaffolding, and it will be up to time to see if I collapse or not...

Another thing is that I would have to find another psyciatrist and another psycologist. Well, possibly not another psycologist, but psyciatrist definately if I'm going to keep my prescription meds. I'm not going to go into that right now, though, either.

I will have internet, hopefully a broadband connection, and thus will be able to keep in contact with the majoraty of my friends, but what of those who don't have I-net, or never get on, or whatever? High chance I'll lose contact with them, becuase I'm not good at the whole 'don't forget to write' gig. I don't do well with the phone, either. I need IM for long distance communication...

Anyway, I've ranted enough and left enough for you to look at, say "Hell with this, I'm not reading that!", and ignore.

Peace, love, and S'mores!

Gah...

You'll note that from here on out you'll see that a lot of my post titles will be sounds of frustration, of exclimations of insanity... Anyway...

Ever notice how when you want to find something, you NEVER can? Aye, you see, I'm searching for my cousin, and it is rather difficult. I have found her school, I have her IM, and I know what state she is in. But she refuses to allow me to contact her... I've IMed her under several screenames, I've had friend IM her... It's incredibly annoying. I'm close to giving up and saying "Screw this, if you want nothing to do with me anymore then i return the sentiment."

Seriously, I guess this search is jst a formality. We haven't shared anything except a last name in years. We are different ages, years apart mentally, have different ideas of fun, different intrests, and all that stuff that makes it so that two people would have no intrest whatsoever in knowing one another.

So someone tell me. Why am I doing this?

Stupid....grr....

For some reason, my last post, posted perhaps five minutes ago, shows up as being from three horus from now... gahh...

An Introduction

First off, this is the first blog i've ever had. I'm incredibly wary of this whole concept, as it's probably easier to track me down using this.. but oh well.

About me...

I'm 15, have long blonde hair... well, kind of blonde. Somewhere between blonde and brown, there was a color that had no name... and that color.. is my hair... lol, yeah. I'm about... oh, 5'2"-5'4" I think. Can't be sure. I prefer boots to sneakers (unless running), navy blue to sky blue, silver to gold, silver to white, black to white, and I can't go anywhere unless I have my One Ring haning on a chain around my neck. I wouldn't call myself punk, although some might, I just do what I want, listen to what I want, say(mostly) what I want, etc.

I'm not going to say all about me, I'll leave you to deduce what you will from my subsequent posts. Namarie.