13 Hours Left to Vote

Holy wow. 13 hours left to vote. Ya better get right on that.

Oh, and Happy Fuckin' New Year!

Nuke is a Four-Letter Word

I have finally realized why the cookbook my grandmother gave me (peta's Vegan College Cookbook) entertains me so much more than the cookbook my stepmother gave me (Ok, So Now You're a Vegetarian). First off, peta's has much more of a 'hey, check this shit out!' feel, and tells jokes all the time. Ok, ... doesn't, and has this weird feel to it... I mean, look at the title. It's a bad title. I don't like it. And the part under it, 'from one teen to another,' just makes me want to hurl. People my age don't call each other 'teens.'

We call each other other names. Ones I'm not sure I should say ;)

Anyways, the reason is that- all right, I just noticed something else. The author of the second one? Her last name is Butts. Why would I want to eat food from recipes created with the last name Butts? Moving on.

The peta cookbook uses the word 'nuke' more than half the time to replace the traditional word, 'microwave.' As in, "nuke for 1 minute, or until cheese is melted." That word never fails to amuse me. Nuke, nuke, nukity nuke.

F-ing Hilarious Joke

No, seriously. One of my friends told me. Here it is:

Little Melissa comes home from first grade and tells her father that they learned about the history of Valentine's Day.

"Since Valentine's Day is for a Christian saint, and we're Jewish," she says, "will God get mad at me if I give someone a valentine?"

Her father thinks for a moment, then replies. "No, I don't think he would get mad. Who do you want to give a valentine to?"

"Osama Bin Laden," she says.

"Why him?" Melissa's father says, reeling back in shock.

"Well," Melissa says, "I thought if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a valentine, then he'd love everyone a lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved him and how he didn't hate anyone any more."

Her father's heart swells as he looks at his daughter with pride. "Melissa, that is the most wonderful thing I've ever heard someone say."

"I know," Melissa says. "And once that gets him out in the open, the Marines can shoot the fucker and really kill him."

OMFG!

Oh. My. Freaking. Gloria.

You only have, like, two days left to vote on that poll! So get your skinny little butt over there (unless your rear is neither skinny nor little, in which case please apply the proper adjectives, if you get where I'm going with this).

But seriously. I wanna know. You're interesting, and I care about you and your opinions.

No, really ;)

Caffeine Jitters? Yeah, I Think Not

For whatever reason, caffeine has never really given me that high, or rush, that people talk about. It doesn't keep me from sleeping; in fact, on the occasions that I do drink coffee before bed (rarely lately, since my dad's a freak about teens getting all jacked up on caffeine, but now that I'm staying with my Starbucks-addicted mother, it will likely happen more often), I sleep pretty well.

My mother has the same curse- or is it possibly a blessing?- as I do. She drinks coffee and still has a bad attitu- erm, my mother's an angel? Ow! Mom, don't hit me! My mom's an angel!

If I go missing, she did it. Just remember that: Lydia's mother is an angel. I mean, all attorneys are, after all. Am I right?

Right.

Girls Rule the Blogosphere, says NYT

Uhm, what the hell? This post by the New York Times- yes, go read it, I'll wait- implies that people should be surprised by the fact that more teenage girls blog than boys. Since when are all computer users male? Since when do females not have free range over the internet, just as males do? Blegh.

The phrases the author uses even annoy me. Here are a few:

"This 'girls rule' trend..."

"'Girls are trained to make stories about themselves,'"

"From a young age they learn that they are objects,"

"'This would be called the feminization of the Internet,'"

"'Boys... engage in ways that aren’t confessional, that aren’t emotional.'"

"'The girls are much more into putting something up and getting responses.'"

What the fuck? Plenty of guys blog. Here's a starter list:

My Name is Logan

Something Like That

Cafe Denim

I'm Bloginit!

There. There's four I follow. Now, go visit them and tell me they're just as funny as I am. (But not funnier, because that would offend me, haha.)

AIM Warn Wars

In one of Caitlin Woodward's blog posts, she has a post on the old AIM Warn Wars everyone used to have. I remember these days all too well. My friends, to annoy me, would gang up on me (as she says in the post) and press my warning level so high I would get kicked off.

Then I stopped using AIM.

So, were any of you ever involved in this? Ah, the good old days.

Oh My God!

All right, take a deep breath. There's only five days left to vote. So click over there and just press the button. Please; I'm begging you.

Top Ten News Moments of 2009

5. Tiger Woods is a cheating bastard
4. Barack Obama accepts Nobel Peace Prize for doing nothing
3. Farrah Fawcett dies
2. Michael Jackson dies

And the biggest news story of 2009... is...

1. So, wait... MJ didn't do it?!

Holy Son of a Biscuit!

 Santa's coming tonight, and he's bringing a bunch of crap presents with him! (Can I get a w00t, w00t!?) Have you been naughty or nice? ;)

I saw an old- no, ancient- Asian-looking woman in Publix today. She was wearing a bright green tee that said (in red letters adorned with mistletoe along the edges), "How naughty do you think I've been this year?"

I giggled and pointed this out to my grandmother. She leaned in and whispered, "Not very, I'd guess, with that hip replacement."

9 Days Left to Vote!

See that poll up on the top of the right-hand column? See it? Well, vote. There's only 9 days left before I close that girl up and put up a new one. So, I suggest you vote soon!

Sneaking Out

Last night, my friend Rachel and I snuck out (well, it's not really sneaking out if it's only, like, five- or eight). So, where did we go?

A) Michael's Craft Store

B) Staples

C) Walgreens

D) All of the above

Yes, we went to Michael's, Staples, and Walgreens.

We bought a bunch of candles, some lavender oil, and two 2010 calendars (hers was puppies, mine was M&Ms!) at Michael's, two composition notebooks that looked like Ravenclaw (for me) and Gryffindor (for her) colors at Staples, and two Cokes and two Snickers bars at the Walgreens.

The guy behind the counter at Walgreens was like, "Oh, are you two going to a movie tonight? Sneakin' in candy and Cokes?"

Instead of telling him the truth, I just nodded- which, apparently, confused Rachel. Oi! Don't hit me, Ray! Fine, fine, it made all the sense in the world to her. <--- Lies!

Geek Forum

Hello, all! Just a friendly reminder that a quick visit to the Geek Forum might not be a bad thing. Xolik and I have had some interesting political discussions as of late, and it's just good fun in general.

Either click the linky link in that paragraph ^^^ or just click the title of this post, and it'll take ya straight to the most awesome, and geeky, place on the internet. (My name is h4wt_b3t4 if you want to message me, for whatever reason).

Vote in the Poll (Hurry, Before it's too Late!)

See that poll over there? >>>

There's only 10 days left to vote, and you know you want me to know which sites you use. Okay? So just slide the cursor on over there and do some clickin'. It takes, like, three seconds.

Funny Letter from a Housewife to Tide

Found this on the How Not to Act Old blog and, though it says not to, couldn't resist posting it up. Actually, it doesn't say anything about posting it on your blog, just emailing it around ;)

Dear Tide:

I am writing to say what an excellent product you have! I’ve used it all of my married life, as my mom always told me it was the best. Now that I am in my forties I find it even better!

About a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse. My inconsiderate and uncaring husband started to belittle me about how clumsy I was, and generally started becoming a pain in the neck. One thing led to another and somehow I ended up with his blood on my new white blouse! I grabbed my bottle of Tide with bleach alternative, and to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out!

In fact, the stains came out so well the detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests on my blouse were inconclusive and then my attorney called and said that I was no longer considered a suspect in the disappearance of my husband.

What a relief! Going through menopause is bad enough without being a murder suspect! I thank you, once again, for having such a great product.

Well, gotta go. I have to write a letter to the Hefty bag people.

Christmas is Around the Corner!

Wait, am I allowed to call it Christmas, or is that offensive? Lord, I sure hope I don't offend anyone when large corporations like Coke commercialize the holiday every year and they don't get any crap about it...

Anyways, Christmas is coming up! I started wrapping presents for my mom, but gave up, because I don't believe my siblings want their gifts to look as... butchered... as they currently do. And I hate wrapping presents.

1. I Am...

A) Heartbroken,
B) A bad person,
C) Ready to just hurry up and die, or
D) All of the above.

And the answer is... D!

Don't you just love multiple choice tests?

Pearl Harbor: A Conspiracy Theory

Today is the 68th anniversary of an overwhelmingly horrific day in our nation's history (like how I got all wordy there?). On December 7th, 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor.

Generally, people agree that the United States had no prior knowledge that his attack would take place. Of course, people also used to generally believe that the world was flat. (Then again, people also generally believe that humans usually have fingernails. What now?)

What I'm getting at is that many conspiracy theorists out there believe that the Roosevelt administration had prior knowledge of the attack on Pearl Harbor, which was purposefully ignored in order to gain public and Congressional support for America entering the war on the side of the British Empire and her allies.

Some believe this; most don't. However, theorists that challenge the traditional belief that the attack was a suprise do have a few good points.

For example, Roosevelt very much wanted to get involved in the war against Germany (though it was not publicly stated). To quote Wikipedia:

"A basic understanding of the political situation of 1941 precludes such an understanding as reasonable evidence Roosevelt invited, allowed, or even knew of the Pearl Harbor attack. Military historian and novelist, Thomas Fleming, argues that President Roosevelt, himself, had wished for Germany or Japan to strike the first blow, but did not expect the United States to be hit as severely as she was in the attack on Pearl Harbor. Even though it was Japan, not Germany, who actually attacked the U.S. fleet, America still officially entered the war in the European theater four days later after Germany declared war on the U. S."

I do believe that there is evidence that we don't know everything there is to know about the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor; howevecr, I won't go so far as to say that Roosevelt and his administration had prior knowledge of the strength of the attack.

What do you think? Even if you think it's a load of crap, I'd at least like to hear a word of respect for the soldiers that went down.

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_Harbor_advance-knowledge_debate

Home Alone

No, not the movie (though that movie is side-splittingly hilarious).

What I mean is that when I am at home, probably 75% of the time I'm awake here, I'm alone. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I avoid home when I can. I'm always going over to friends' houses, going bowling with friends, etc. This weekend, I was barely home at all until now. I went home from school with Julianna, and spent the night at her house (it was me, her, and Jenny). After that, Jenny's mom dropped me off at my house, where I stayed for, like, an hour until Katie came and picked me up to bowling with her and John.

What does this mean? No clue.

"How a Web Design Goes Straight to Hell"

It's a comic about how a web design goes straight to hell.

Honestly, it's pretty accurate. Check it out!

Amanda Knox Trial (How Strong is that Evidence, Really?)

As many of you know, American exchange student Amanda Knox was recently found guilty of the first-degree murder of British exchange student Meredith Kercher. However, upon reading the different points of view on the trial, I'm not so sure she really is.

Excerpt from TIME:

In what is surely a well-rehearsed demonstration by now, Bremner goes on to address the case against Knox, point by point. The prosecution, she says, is most likely relying on a knife found at the house of Knox's then boyfriend and fellow accused Rafaelle Sollecito. That knife has Knox's DNA on the handle and what some forensic scientists say is Kercher's DNA on the tip. But Bremner dismisses the idea that it is the knife that killed Kercher: "They never found the murder weapon." Bremner claims that a bloody print on the bed linens conveys the shape of the actual murder weapon and that the knife in question "doesn't match an outline of the knife on the bed." Additionally, Bremner says, expert testimony has already indicated that at least two of the wounds on Kercher's neck couldn't have been made by that particular blade. That aside, she points out, it's not surprising that Knox's DNA would be on its handle; she prepared dinner with Sollecito in his apartment.

I agree with the woman. From what I've watched, this doesn't seem to be very strong evidence. There are many other discrepancies, which I implore you to check out (the title of this post will take you to the TIME article).

No, it isn't a conspiracy theory. I just think that the jurisdiction could have done a better job of sticking to the facts, rather than depending on the media.

Tiger Woods and His "Mistress"

I actually didn't even hear about this until I looked up popular trends on Twitter (do you use Twitter? Follow me @thatprettichick!) and saw 'Tiger Woods' and the explanation. I did some Googleing and found a few recordings.

I guess the voice sounds like him, but Jesus Christ, people.

According to a mysterious, unnamed source (read: my stepmom, who saw it on the news- hey, it isn't like I gave her name out!), the woman was paid $25,000 to claim she had twenty encounters with Tiger.

Three-Column Rounders Layout

Absolutely wonderful layout coding, isn't it? Just awesome! Thank you so much to www.threecolumnblogger.com; I got the tutorial from there.

I put a link to that site in the title of this post. Click on it if you would also enjoy a three-column layout. It's not just for Rounders, either! There are tutorials for many different layouts.

Writing...

... is enjoyable, but it's also a right pain in the butt. Who would have thought that writing for a blog about my life would be so difficult? I have many things going wrong; there's no shortage of stuff to write about, certainly!

I suppose for a while there (19 days... wow) I just couldn't be bothered to complain to strangers about all the crap I have going on. Ah, well. My bad attitude is back on its way in! :-)

A few things I have to say, related both to me and the site.

1. I am doing a site makeover. Another one, you ask? Yes, another one. I'm starting to feel antsy about the look of the blog. I just need to find the perfect layout. Any suggestions from the crowd?

2. I'm broke. I want to buy Christmas presents for friends and family (soon I'll have a little wish list button in the sidebar where you can see the gifts). If you're feeling generous, a donation of even a dollar would be much appreciated. There's a donation button somewhere in the sidebar, likely near the wish list.

3. I... forgot what I was going to say. Oh, well.

That's it for now! Expect more frequent posts from now on.

South Park Rules...

...as do South Park/Harry Potter videos.

"Erik, did you just say the 'f' word?"

"Jew?"

Anyways, because I love watching South Park (as does my former English teacher), I'm going to post a video. It has Harry Potter video with South Park audio, and his hilarious.

"He means fuck. You can't say fuck in school, you fucking fatass!"

Harry Potter Theories

All right, all you Harry Potter fans out there: I have some proposals for you.

Many have wondered, "What was Dudley's worst memory? What did he see when encountered by those dementors in OotP?" All JKR has to say on the subject is this: "I think that when Dudley was attacked by the Dementors he saw himself, for the first time, as he really was. This was an extremely painful, but ultimately salutory lesson, and began the transformation in him."

Most people took this as JKR stating that Dudley finally saw himself as the total ass that he was, and that this led to the small amount of kindness Dudley displayed to Harry in Deathly Hallows. But what if this wasn't what she meant? Perhaps she was being cryptic (as usual).

I think Dudley saw a repressed memory of him doing magic and his mother and father reacting in a very negative manner. Maybe that's what Dumbledore was talking about when he sent that Howler to Petunia in OotP. It could easily have meant not only the obvious message- take care of Harry- but also another. I think Dumbledore and the Dursleys may have made a pact.

If they took care of Harry, then he would keep Dudley from getting his Hogwarts letter with Harry. The Dursleys definitely would have taken the deal!

I mean, what's the likelihood that Dudley would be a wizard? Looking at it from a scientific standpoint, the wizarding gene is apparently a dominant trait, as proven by the rarity of Squibs. Say that M is Muggle and m is Magic. If the two parents are both Mm (in other words, both magic, with a carrier Muggle gene), then there's a 1/4 chance for MM, a 1/2 chance for Mm, and a 1/4 chance for mm. That would completely explain the rarity of such a phenomenon- imagine this in a Pureblood situation. It would take the child of a Halfblood and a Pureblood to marry another Halfblood for this to even be plausible (and we all know how picky those damn Purebloods can be)!

However, I cannot apply this simple of a theory- it would require both Petunia and Vernon to be magic, which they obviously are not. But perhaps, scientifically speaking, the magic trait is similar to the eye color trait, with many different variations of the same trait. There isn't just one type of blue eyes, there are many. Perhaps magic works the same way; this would explain the difference in levels of power. Imagine a graph of the amount of magical power in Tom Riddle (powerful), Ron Weasley (average), Argus Filch (low amount, but able to be raised by courses like Kwikspell), John Granger (Muggle with an apparent magic gene), and John Doe (Muggle with no magic gene). It would likely have a steady negative slope, yes?

So, magic is as variable (and potentially changeable) as metabolism. This theory would work both for passing along magic, for creating Muggleborns seemingly 'out of the blue,' and creating Squibs (also seemingly from nowhere).

Back to Dudley...

I've established that there's a strong possibility he would have magic in him, the gene simply not strong enough to show through in either of his parents. So what's to stop him from accidentally showing it, and his parents having an incredibly negative reaction?

This would also potentially explain Petunia's multiplied negative feelings towards Lily. It's already established that she was jealous of Lily's ability; she also could blame Lily for making her child be a 'freak' she would be forced to envy. Granted, it was in no way Lily's fault, but it's always far easier to blame someone you hate anyway than someone you love (like we assume Petunia did her parents).

I'm rambling much further than my original intention: to state my theory on what Dudley saw that night. If any of you have concurrences or rebuttals (or just general statements- or your own theories!), feel free to comment with them.

More Plugging

All right all- I haven't spammed you in a while, so you know what that means...

Want to see some more of my amazing writing? Check out my FanFiction.net account if you like fanfiction, and you like what you've seen of me here!

Lolz, if you want to know the real reason I'm plugging my FFN account, it's because I'm bored, at my mother's, and have nothing better to do than bother you innocent people.

Video Extravaganza!

I like videos. Who doesn't? They can provide any number of a multitude of things: entertainment, information, the chance to go 'aww' at a sweet moment... anything! Here are my top five favorite videos:

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

Yeah, I know, some of my choices are a little weird. I'm proud of it! TheFineBros (and ShaneDawsonTV) rock my socks off!

What are your favorite videos?

How to Make a Batch of Peanut Butter Cookies

1. Get out pre-made package of chocolate chip cookies- why would you use the real stuff? This takes much less time.

2. Painstakingly follow directions.

3. Remove cookies from oven.

4. Return to computer while you wait for them to cool.

5. Five minutes later, become despondent when you realize that two of your incredibly bothersome siblings ate them all.

6. Complain to them, disallow sister to head-butt your stomach. (For best results, groan in pain when she does it.)

7. Get out pre-made package of peanut butter chip cookies. See steps one for reasoning.

8. Wait impatiently for oven to pre-heat, then realize you didn't set it.

9. Once oven has successfully pre-heated, stick cookies in.

10. Remove cookies, shooing two siblings from kitchen.

11. Eat them all :)

Signs of Intellectual Giftedness

Well, I got bored. And when I get bored, I study things that I don't really need to know, and that interest me. Lately, I've taken a large interest in two things: vegetarianism, and intellectual giftedness, both of which are directly related to me (not to brag).

So, I'm making a list of various signs of intellectual giftedness I show/have shown. (An X means I don't show it now, but I used to.) Oh, and the title of this links to the Wiki for the subject :)

• Exceptional Vocabulary
• Ability to understand complex ideas
• Easily frustrated
• Wide area of interest
• Highly sensitive
• Creative
• Stubborn and opinionated
• Inconsistent academic performance X
• Highly developed sense of humor
• Curious and inquisitive
• Voluntary social isolation X
• Perfectionism
• Depression X
• Shyness X
• Self-deprecation

So... yeah. Not the most objective subject in the world, hehe. Hope you weren't turned off by my extreme arrogance (that was sarcastic).

Mrs. Avery is a Biatch

So we get on the bus this afternoon, and Mrs. Avery (our bus driver, who is old as dirt and needs to hurry up and retire or die- preferably the latter) was just in an absolutely horrible mood. So does she do the responsible thing- what I do- and keep it to herself, to blog about it later?

Noooooo.

[[Probably because she doesn't know how to use a computer.]]

Anyways, she starts complaining to us about how the bus is just so dirty, and how it's all our fault, and she's going to make us clean it up tomorrow. Like, pass around a trash bag and pick crap up off the floor of the bus.

My first thought: "Uhm, no. This woman is not making me do this."

Tomorrow, I am going to refuse to do it. I don't care if she kicks me off- that just means I get to go to Sonic after school when Amy picks me up, just like she did for Taylor when he got kicked off. Meh. I'll be sure to update with the big news of what will happen when I refuse...

Boys are Immature

No offense, but you are.

What is it with guys and picking on girls? I'm used to Tyler doing it, but was today, I dunno, Pick On Random Chicks day?

I mean, Andrew kept making fun of me for bringing my computer to school, but he was complimenting me (and the computer) at the same time. Then, Matt kept randomly leaning over and pinching me during fourth period. And on the bus, Cade wouldn't stop taking my computer, and when I tried to grab it back, I got the ever-so-mature reply, "Go away! Leave me alone!" in a high-pitched, squeaky voice.

Lolz.

Peta2

AAAHHHH! I haven't posted in forever! Just a quick little post before I hop in the shower :) I have a few things to tell all you wonderful readers.

1. Are you vegetarian? Vegan? Do you just care a lot about animals like kitty cats and fluffy bunnies and big ol' German Shepherds like mine? Go to Peta2.com and if you sign up, tell them prettialydia@yahoo.com was your referral- I'll get points, and I think you will, too!

B. I'm going to start taking my computer to school for 'notes' in Driver's Ed (i.e. most boring class I have ever had the misfortune to be forced to take- today, we learned about signs). Why is notes in single quotes, you ask? Because I probably won't actually take notes. In fact, I'll probably just be either writing fanfiction or IMing Marissa (she uses hers for notes in first period as well). And, once we get out of Driver's Ed (next week), I can use it for notes in Health (the first period class DE is cutting into), as well as this project we're doing in World History.

3. Speaking of my WH project, I'll tell ya about that. I am going to make a version of TIME magazine, but in the time period right after Catherine of Aragon and Henry VIII got a divorce. It has to have news related to that time, a few ads (supposed to be goofy- I already have some ideas... audiobooks of The Prince, anyone? Only 2 silver coins!), stuff like that. Oh, and comics! I might try and scan in what I do (along with my grade, haha) so you can see the result of my major awesomeness.

IV. After coming thisclose to committing suicide, my life has suddenly taken a turn for the better. Weird, right? You'd assume it would get worse. Well, it hasn't. I've been abnormally happy, I've been way closer to God (sorry to offend if you're a religion other than Christian, but I'm rarely PC in my posts, LOL), and I haven't felt bad about myself. Even though that lady at the Suicide Hotline really didn't help me much- she just calmed me down, mostly- she did, in a way. Get it? Eh. Neither do I.

Love you all tons and tons and tons- I would give you some Dove chocolate, but when I try to stick it through the screen, it just makes my computer all messy XD

Powder Puff Football

Every year, our high school has a Powder Puff football game- the girls play the football, and the guys (if enough sign up, and unfortunately this year, not enough did) do the cheerleading. In skirts. Anyways, it's five bucks to get in, and you either do that or just hang out around the school. So, naturally, my friends and I all paid for the game (well, except Lori and Andrew, who didn't go, and Alex, who went but didn't pay).


While we were there, I turned to my friend Tyler and told him that if I had any spare money, I would bribe the announcer into yelling "TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" every time the non-seniors scored (the students and faculty in charge of the whole thing had pitted the seniors against the freshman, sophomores, and juniors), so guess what he did.


Yeah. 


Every time the non-seniors scored, he would stand up and yell "TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!" Granted, we only scored twice, but whatever. It's the thought that counts. And it was hilarious. None of us- me, Tyler, Katie, Rachel, Fadia, Fadia's older sister (Nadia, I think?), Kayla, and Jenny- paid much attention to the game. 


Tyler, Katie, and I shared jokes. All sorts of jokes: obscene jokes, yo mama jokes, lawyer jokes, blonde jokes (much to Jenny's dismay- she's a natural blonde). Mostly obscene jokes, naturally. Most of them were Christopher Titus quotes.


In case you're wondering, the game ended up as a tie.


Oh, and on a side note: I visited the guidance counselor this morning- she set up a meeting between me and a different counselor, whom deals solely with people like me, tomorrow morning.

Issues

Imagine you are a vegetarian teenager, who does not generally cook dinner. Your mother makes Hamburger Helper. Is it better to

a) request something different, or skip dinner altogether and get something later,

or

b) pick out the meat, eat the noodles, and eat a lot of garlic bread (another part of the meal)?

I assumed answer B would be more polite, but my mother just looked at me and went, "Really? You're wasting that meat, just eat it."

And on the inside I was all, "Really? Because, seeing as I've already told you I don't eat meat, it was kind of ridiculous of you to expect me to eat it in the first place- therefore, you, madame, are the one wasting the effing meat." But of course, I didn't say that out loud. Instead, what did I do? I started crying.

Not on purpose. Not because I was sad. I cry whenever I get highly emotional- happy, sad, angry, frustrated, afraid. So my frustration and anger came out in the form of tears. And then Shelby (my nine year old sister) said, "Look, she's crying!"

And my mom got pissed off at me for crying, too. So you know what? Maybe I'll just go sit alone in a corner and eat my delicious, natural vegetarian diet. (Did you know human teeth are more shaped for eating plants than meat? Our 'canine' teeth are no comparison to those of lions and such, and carnivorous animals don't have flat molars like we do.) Then, when I'm done eating, I'll just go cry my eyes out because I'm such an alleged poor little effing emo kid that apparently really can't be around her family for more than ten minutes before either side gets pissed off at the other. They can all just go feast on corn dogs and pork chops.

I broke a nail. And it hurt.

Paskeetos and White Stuff

My little brother Benji came up to me this morning and said, "What's this white stuff going down my leg?" Of course, I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, and told him so (in a less profane manner).

He showed me the 'white stuff' and it turned out to me the skin around his mosquito bites, where he had itched it so much that it turned up the dead skin (I think) and made it look white. I just told him it's his mosquito bites, and that he needs to get some cream so he doesn't itch them and make them bleed (he'd already made a few bleed).

So he runs around telling my other siblings (Sydney, Shelby, and Thaxton) and my mom that he has a "paskeeto bite! I have a paskeeto bite!"

I love it when little kids have speech impediments. See that search bar somewhere around here? I think it's at the bottom of the page. Type in 'star wars' and you'll see why there are some reasons I love having younger siblings that don't quite talk correctly.

Fun Times

Rachel Dumbledore is over at my mom's house with me, and we are watching Wizards of Waverly Place. I feel like a small child. We are sitting on the floor, huddled over our laptops. (Mine is twice the size of hers.)

We went to the park today with Josh, Carson, and Sara, and it was hilarious. We found a broken toy tractor (although Carson says it's a loader, but I dunno, it seemed to be a tractor), and after we messed with it for a while, I threw it into traffic, and two people hit it before Rachel and I left.

That is all for today.

Writing!

My best bud Katie McGonagall (yes, I enjoy using fake surnames from Harry Potter; it protects me and anyone I may mention, as well as showing my obsession, haha) and I are working on writing a novel together. Two, actually.

One is about an immortal girl going to a modern high school filled with demons, archangels, the occasional angel, and werewolves, as well as various other mythical creatures and such. The different species are each kind of representative of a clique: wolves are jocks, demons are goth, archangels- AKA demon wannabes- are emo, vampires are (as Bowling For Soup so eloquently put it in High School Never Ends) "all the total dicks, all the stuck up chicks- so superficial, so immature." And then some stuff happens that creates an actual plot, but I don't want to say because I have had people steal my ideas before. (Even the crappy ones.)

The other is about an archangel girl who was raised in Hell, but ran away to Earth at age fourteen. She has to make a decision as to whether she wants to become a demon and stay in Hell permanently, and wed this total ASS that she's engaged to by her parents- or stay on Earth, not marry the guy, and live a short life, most likely ending up in Heaven with the guys she made fun of for so long in the end. The plot twists are surprising, as is the ending.

I'll notify you if we ever get first the first few chapters :)

In the meantime, check out some of my- ahem- illegal fanfictions. Well, they aren't illegal as long as you put a disclaimer since Rowling gave fans permission to write them, but I often- okay, almost always- forget the disclaimer.

Obama's Nobel Peace Prize

I don't have much to say on the subject, but I will say this: Obama should not have won that Nobel Peace Prize.

Now, I don't say this because I hate Obama (which, admittedly, I do... I suppose good ole' Thomas Hobbes and I would never have gotten along- anyways), but because it is my honest opinion. I don't think he should have gotten that prize until he actually did some of those things.

Here's the title of one of many articles on this controversial subject (courtesy of the home page of CNN.com, as of 11:11 PM on October 9th, 2009): "Analysis: Did Obama win for not being Bush?"

And I believe that pretty much sums up my feelings on the subject. Comments on the subject?

Vegetarianism is Humane

To start out, I would like to say that I felt incredibly badass, posting from the school computer. I wanted to say that in that post, but I figured they might have a profanity filter that would alert them that whoever was on Computer 25 at 2:30 PM or whatever was on Blogger writing bad words, and they would figure out through my profile that it was moi. Yes, I know I don't have my real surname up, but a simple search for students at Harpeth with the name Lydia (as far as I know, there are only two out of the six hundred students in my entire school), combined with looking for somebody with my face, it would be easy.

Anyways...

I recently (and by recently, I mean last night) converted to vegetarianism. Why? I got sent a video of three men catching and killing a cow to be used to make beef. That animal's screams of pain got to me, and I couldn't watch much past the first few seconds.

Because of this, I am now ovolactovegeterian, meaning that I do not eat beef, veal, shellfish, or any other animal flesh product. I also will not eat certain things like parmesan cheese, because they have enzymes in them, which come from animals (obviously). Dead animals. Besides, animal-based enzymes are relatively weak when compared to their plant-based cousins.

Yeah, biatch. I Googled that.

Anyways, the 'ovolacto' prefix just makes it clear that I will eat eggs and drink milk. This is important, because it shows that I will eat anything in which an animal didn't die to make it. Eggs are like a chicken's period. You don't have to have a rooster around for them to lay. How do I know this? Because for a while I had chickens, and despite the fact that I didn't have a rooster, they kept on laying. So, unless the hens figured out some bizarre sort of lesbian mating ritual that resulted in one of them getting pregnant, it would certainly seem that they lay eggs whether or not they are with child. (Or chick.)

And milking a cow doesn't- at least, with proper supervision, it doesn't- hurt the cow in any way, shape or form. In fact, it can hurt the cow if you don't milk it.

So I have nothing against eggs and milk.

I know that it sounds strange to some, but that's my reasoning. I am willing to give up bacon, burgers, and hot dogs (not sure what kind of meat that is- it might actually only be rubber; someone explain that to me?) in order to protect animals.

How would you like it if some higher species that we were defenseless against picked you up and brought you to a slaughterhouse so they could chop you up and eat you? Pretty bad, I'd imagine. Unless, of course, you are suicidal, in which case I don't know what to say to you.

Also, in the long run, this is better for my heart. I fully intend on having every birthday I can manage. I don't know why I wouldn't. Again, if you are suicidal... sorry, dude.

I am not trying to convert you, I just thought I'd present my opinions on the subject. Comment telling me about what you think of vegetarianism. Do you eat meat? How about milk and eggs? Are you only semi-vegetarian? Why? Do you think vegetarianism is dumb? If I get a few replies, then I might have a special post just to reply to your replies :)

Note: That last bit wasn't begging for comments, it was creativity in action, LOL.

Hai Thar

You: "Hai thar more posties kthnx by!!!!1one1eleven"
Me: "I'm on it!"

I am blogging on one of the school's library's computers, and I'm surprised this blog wasn't blocked. In fact, I'm surprised that Blogger in general isnt' blocked.

Ack. Gotta go. Teacher needs us to leave for dismissal :/

Will update once I get home!

Some Insultory Poetry

Okay, I have two spins on a classic here for you (I found them here, so I didn't make them):

Roses are red,

dead ones are black.

Go to hell,

and never come back.

Another one:

Roses are red,

violets are blue,

God made me gorgeous-

what happened to you?

Haha, I really liked both of those. Thanks, ashleytet!

Bush: Palin 'Not Even Remotely Prepared'

[Click on the title of this post for a link to the article.]

All right, I know this quote is from forever ago, but I was trolling the interwebz and when I cae across this link (with the same title as this post), I couldn't help but see what it was about. I'm not even going to say anything political about it (though I'm not sure there is much to say). Read it and review both here and there, saying what you think about this. Anyways, here are a few quotes from the 'comments' section below the brief article.

TTH: "bout the brightest thing [Bush] ever said in 8 years,"

an unregistered user: "'Aim Low' - A Republican Tradition,"

and the one I believe pretty well captures what I'm sure Bush was trying to say...

FmrMarineSgt: "I can see Russia from here!"

Are You a Geek?

You know you might be. If you are (or if you're just looking for a place to hang out with a bunch of cool people that don't take any crap from stupid people), then check out the Geek Forum (by the Geekery) here. Be sure to at least take a peek at the awesomeness. Some people never even get a chance to glance at it.

T Swizzle Concert

I went to a Taylor Swift concert in Nashville last night, and she was amazing. (And I got a free guitar pick with my ticket.) She was great, and the way the concert moved was outstanding.

I love the ending. It was completely and utterly astounding. I'm running out of adjectives. I think you get the point. LOVED IT!

Untitled XII

That's how I classify most of what I write. 'Untitled' and then a Roman numeral to tell its number. Let me tell you, it greatly helps when memorizing which of those ridiculous monarchs did what.

Hmm... Catherine of Aragon was Henry XIII's first wife. Maybe in Untitled XIII I could have a part A, in which the main character's name is Catherine. Perfect!

Seriously. And then, like, Catherine would get a divorce from her wife Henry. See what history does to me? It inspires the most ridiculous plots. I'm a bit upset that I'm halfway through with this class, though (only nine weeks more- it's a semester class, not year-long like in middle school). It's one of my favorites, and Phil (Coach Philipp, whatever) is my favorite teacher. Well, next to Nauert (no offense, Phil!), but I don't have Nauert for class, he's just one of the sponsors for the freshman class officers, so he doesn't count.

I think I'll take AP Euro whenever I can fit it in. All the students in that class have a note-burning session at the end of the semester. They literally have binders each full of handwritten notes from that class. Hmm... I could manage something similar in Geometry.

I'm getting off-topic, so I'll stop writing now.

Untitled XII

That's how I classify most of what I write. 'Untitled' and then a Roman numeral to tell its number. Let me tell you, it greatly helps when memorizing which Henry did what. "Okay, the fat party animal slash manwhore is the story number where Juliett finds out Remus is her real father. Which one is that... I know! Eight!" I know it sounds weird, but it comes in handy :)

Granted, there are downsides. Like when I delete a story I decide I don't like the plot of, so in Finder when it lists the files, it jumps straight from 'Untitled II' to 'Untitled VI.' It usually doesn't bother me, though, so it's a good system. My point is that I couldn't think of anything to write about, so I automatically called this post Untitled (and added on a Roman numeral to help clarify my point, haha).

Lydia VP

Haha, sounds like terrible show on Disney... anyways, today the freshman nominated homecoming attendants and class officers. I told my friend R I would nominate her for homecoming attendant if she would nominate me for vice president.

So... in a few days (I think) we'll see if either of us got what we wanted! Just a short little update for you, even though I don't think there is any 'you' I am speaking to currently. Ah, well.

My Take on Obama's School Address

So, I had this huge, long thing typed up (think around two and a half OO.org pages), when I decided to be a moron and screw up some files and lose it. So for now, here's a short review:

I think that although he's usually a good speaker, he kind of stumbled (well, stumbled for *him*) through this one. He got a few facts about J. K. Rowling wrong (things anybody could realize, like mispronouncing her last name), and I thought he kind of talked about the same thing the whole time, just rephrasing constantly. I may be biased, though, having my harcore Republican father in the house :)

If I ever find my actual piece, I'll post it, but knowing me, it'll take a year. Blah. Now you know what I thought.

HairBlogs?

Every blog I follow has mentioned their hair a TON, and now I'm even doing it! Just a little random post, I'm working on my post about Obama's address to the students of America right now, and got a little bored of that. Back to work! ;)

Just finished watching the speech. <&&lydz&&>

About to start watching the address address. Update when i get home from school. <&&lydz&&>

W00t! It worked! Now I can blog on the go without using the interwebz. This is sweeeet! <&&lydia&&>

Hey! This is my first time trying to post from my phone; let's see how this works out. <&&lydia&&>

New, Shortened URL

If I have any readers, I would assume that you got here from a link such as this: http://www.insertcomplaininghere.blogspot.com/

But... I decided that not only is this a long URL to type, it also looks slightly amateur. And I don't like amateur. At all. So I went to my buds at .TK and got a brand spankin' new (which sounds just a tiny bit perverted, but whatever) shortened URL!

http://www.insertcomplaininghere.tk/

Sure, there are three words stuck in there, but it's the name of the blog, and there's no way to shorten it without really taking away from the title. Just a little easier to remember, and one would almost think I paid for it!

Before/After Pics of Hair

Here's the before:

Here's the after:

It's a difference of almost exactly six inches. My head feels waaaay lighter now.

New Look

Okay, so I got a lot of my confidence when I went and got my hair cut (six inches- I'll try to put up some before/after pics), so I've decided I'm going to try to give this a new look. Don't be surprised if you come and it looks totally different!

By the way, if you're depressed, don't listen to the song Ironic by Alanis Morissette. It's extremely tempting, but don't. It makes things worse. Great song for if you're writing a sad story, or just want to have something with a nice feel to it. But off-limits for depressed people, okay?

Presidential Address Q&A

I posted up a question on Yahoo! Answers about what people think of the presidential address to the students of America. If you would like to share your opinion, please click the title of this post. It will direct you to the question, where you can answer and complain about me and all that jazz.

Back From Hiatus Kind Of

To try to get over my impending returning depression, I'll be updating this blog more often. So, I would really appreciate it if you would comment and shit, okay? Because... I am in no way appreciated in my offline life, so it would be nice if I just could know that there are people out there that care about me, and want me to not go and fucking kill myself.

So... yeah. I don't care if you got here by a typo, could you tell me what you think? I'm desperate for attention for me for once, not for R or K or M or L or A. Me. I sound needy and despressed, and that's because I am. 

Sadness and Irony and Love and all that Terrible Shit

My best friend just told the man of my dreams that she loves him. Which is technically a breach of the girl code, but that doesn't matter anymore. Because you know what he said back? That he loves her back.

And while those two go off and hug and cuddle and love each other, I'm left in tears.

She has him head over heels, and I can't manage to get him to stumble. And they love each other. And I am a horrible person, because I just wondered what would happen if I just confessed my love for him already, and hoped he would leave her for me.

Love makes people do ridiculous things.

It's ironic and sad. And shitty. Just like most of my life for the past month or so.

Doctor and Car

As a follow-up to that day last week in Hell- I mean... at the hospital- performing various tests and deciding that my problem was Syncope (pronounced sin-CO-pee-uh), the doctor ordered me to get an echocardiogram done (I'm not at all sure how to spell that, but I believe that's correct). So today I'm going to Vandy Children's at 10:45 to get that done.

Until my mom comes to pick me up, I'm staying at my dad's office, screwing around on the computer (reading fanfiction, email, and blogs). I just looked out the window and saw the most awesome car in the whole world: I don't know the model, but it has a cool feel to it, and it's black with magenta rally stripes! How great is that?! It's like a scene version of the Transformer car!

It's like Bumblebee before he got all fancy. Remember, when Megan Fox calls him a 'piece of crap Camaro'? Yeah! That car!

Fanvids and a Pseudo Hiatus

Okay, so my new obsession is Youtube, especially fanvids. A fanvid is like a fanfic, only in video form. Made by a fan.

Anyway, these are the two best: Harry Potter vs. Voldemort Rap : Original Short and Dudley's Goodbye-The Reason. I believe that the titles are pretty self-explanatory.

Sorry for the sparse updates, I'm not really feeling myself lately. I feel like I never want to eat, or write, or even read. I keep catching myself making stupid mistakes and saying stupid things I never would normally. I'm really sorry, but this blog is taking a backseat until I figure out what's going on. That's not to say I won't update- I will, by all means! I love blogging, and I love this blog! I just... not as often, and maybe not as long or in-depth.

I feel like nothing I have to say is worth saying, if that makes sense.

So... yeah. Until then.

Lydia

Harry Potter vs. Voldemort Rap: Original Short (by Indy Mogul)

This video is absolutely hysterical. I recommend absolutely anything by Indy Mogul, but this is about a forty-seven on a ten-point scale.

Carisle the Ken Doll

Is it just me, or does Carlisle look kind of like a shitty Ken doll? I think it's the hair. Anyways, big thanks to ETonline.com for the pic; the title of this post links back to the page where I found it.

I'm not the most die-hard of Twilight fans (I much prefer Harry Potter), but I can appreciate a good book when I read one- and I can't wait to see the film adaptation of New Moon. Jasper has a little scene especially for himself- okay, not really, but I'll take any chance I can get to see the awesome Jackson Rathbone. I suppose I'll just have to wait for Eclipse to see more of him.

What about Breaking Dawn? Is there a load of Jasper? I read the first few chapters, then I couldn't go on. It read like a fanfiction would, and I just can't stand that in a novel (no offense, Ms. Meyer!).

Anyways, that's it for today. I did a bunch of layout editing and rearranging, so I'm not up to more than one post tonight. Until tomorrow, my friend!

Again, Been Busy

Again, I've been mercilessly busy. Again, it's with the kids. Sometimes I feel like I'm more of a parent than my parents. I mean, I'm the one that has to deal with them all day. I can not wait until August the first. I get to go off to Florida and eat five times a day, chill by the pool, go shopping- and not babysit! My immediate family won't be there!

Instead, my great-grandparents, whom I haven't seen in a while and will probably smother me with love, will be keeping me until August the fifth.

School starts on the tenth- thank God I won't have to deal with grades ten and up the first day. At Harpeth, the first day is always exclusively freshmen so we can figure out how to get to all our classes and whatnot.

I saw Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince! Twice! The first time was on Friday with Rachel, Katie, and Tyler. The second time was yesterday at the drive-in with my family, but Rachel was there as well (and it was her third time seeing it, darn her), so I ended up sitting with her on a blanket at the very front.

I'm now at my mom's, and you can guess what I'm doing. Blogging!

By the way, there is no way in hell I'm ever taking Home Ec. I already know all that crap, and I don't like it. If I ever need help, I'll call Katie or my grandmother.

I'm Back on MySpace!

Hey! Guess what! I am finally getting back on MySpace.

Yes, that is actually huge news. So there.

If you want to add me, click the title of this post.

New Fanfic

Okay, I just thought I would mention that I am working on a fanfic that is becoming quite popular: Last Chance. Jasper/Hermione. Single!Alice.

Read the first three chappies; I'm working on chapter four.

My profile is here :) Clicky that link, baby!

Wednesday Morning

As I sit here, flirting over the internet, eating cheese danish, I ponder the meaning of Wednesday. I think that they suck. They're meant to make us realize how terrible our lives are.

That's all.

Top 5 Things I LOL About in Gas Stations

I wrote this in the car in a composition notebook (okay, so maybe it was the slam book...) after coming out of the filthiest gas station ever.

5. The signs on the walls always talk about hygienics, and washing your hands, and keeping healthy, but there's usually a rather visual fungus somewhere in the place.

4. The Coke is nestled between the Vault and the Bud Lite.

3. There are posters and flags adorning the walls to represent every losing team in that region of the country, but never any for good teams. (Note: more prominent in the middle of nowhere.)

2. The cashier (who is usually of a minority race) looks stoned probably 98% of the time.

And the number one thing I LOL about in gas stations...

is...

1. In the bathrooms, the flavored condoms are smack in between the 'orgasmic erection rings' and the tampons. You can one of any of those for 75 cents each.

Top 10 Things I Hate About Being a Chick

To make up for not posting for forever, I made two lists. The next post will be the other list, okay? (You: okay!)

10. PMS stereotypes. Even though they're true.

9. Shaving. Right pain in the ass.

8. A stubborn dude is persistent. A stubborn chick is a bitch. Unfair.

7. Sexist pig jokes.

6. All that Sarah Palin crap during elections about how she could have made history. Woohoo (note sarcasm)! A female second-in-command!

5. Profanity apparently isn't ladylike (fuck that).

4. The way I get funny looks when I say I'm into blogging, podcasting, acting as tech support for the family, and math.

3. That perpetual feeling of fatness, despite being a healthy weight.

2. Tampons. 'Nuff said.

And the number one thing I hate about being a chick...

is...

1. Feminists. Hate 'em.

Crap

I am sorry with a capital S for not writing at all! I've been uber-busy with babysitting (I don't get paid if I 'waste away' in front of the computer... whatever) and road trips (my laptop needs a new battery, it won't work unless plugged into an outlet... laptop got banned anyway grr) and stressing in general. I also have been active on FFN lately, which has been cutting in on my blogging time.

Plot bunnies. 'Nuff said.

And I forgot which email address belonged to this blog- I admit it.

Anyway, I didn't want you to think I forgot about you, or died, or something like that. I just got a life, teehee.

Interesting Conversations

My grandmother lives right next door to us, and tonight we're spending the night at her house. Unfortunately, my four-year-old brother Benji likes to return home in the middle of the night, so we decided to send him home early (before midnight). As he was leaving, my grandmother looks at him and jokingly says, "Don't let the frogs get you!"

He turns to her, and, with a brow raised, asks, "Why?"

:P

Cinnamon Toast

I just ate six pieces of toast with butter and ground cinnamon on top. It was delicious.

On a brighter note, I figured out a really nice effect for my website: 3D-looking text. And I made it with Windows Paint. BOOM. (That just happened.)

IE is a Loner

I have one piece of absolutely brilliant news that brings about one absolutely brilliant revelation.

One Piece of Absolutely Brilliant News
The CSS that I mentioned I was having problems with in an earlier post works not only in Firefox, but also in Safari, Flock, and Opera (in the versions I have, anyway).

One Absolutely Brilliant Revelation
IE is a quality loner. It's the only browser in which my coding doesn't work (as far as I know), and it's been beat four to one. I love CSS. Not only does it provide furniture for the otherwise barren home HTML creates (sorry, that's the easiest metaphor to use), it also brings up many good discussion points like this one.

That is all.

Argh.

Well, crap. I just clicked the link to Homeland's website, and it's acting screwy as well. Sometimes advancement in technology makes me sick. I'll update later, I'm going to take a lunch break before I put a bullet in my hard drive.

IE and CSS

Okay, so I'm finally getting around to working on the website for my web design business. The only problem is, what works in Mozilla Firefox (FF, my browser on this computer) won't work in Internet Explorer (IE). Here's a snippet of code I'm having a ton of trouble with:

#header {
margin-left: 235px;
margin-right: 235px;
padding: 10px;
height: 100px;
width: 700px;
}
#left {
position: absolute;
left: 235px;
top: 160px;
width: 200px;
}
#center {
top: g0;
margin-left: 440px;
margin-right: 235px;
}

For those of you that can't tell, that's a part of my stylesheet. In the header div layer, this works absolutely fine in FF. However, when I try this on IE, my center div layer scoots down about 30-40 pixels. My left div doesn't seem to have this problem. I've already tried changing the 'top' attribute in the center div, but then it reverses the problem: it will work in IE, but not FF.

I never, ever, had this issue while designing the website for Homeland Title. Everything worked fine on that one.

If you have any ideas as to what the problem is, or if you have a possible solution, please comment or email me. Thanks in advance!

Flock

I'm very excited because I don't have to use IE7 any more! I hate IE, in case you can't tell, but I wanted to try something new. I've already used Firefox, Safari, and Opera, so I was bored of those. I looked up alternate web browsers and found (drum roll, please... dududududududu) Flock.

I really like it, because it has a little sidebar where it holds all my crap- Blogger, Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, Gmail, Yahoo! Mail, Wordpress, and all the other random junk I use on a daily basis.

Why Wal-mart Should Be Brought To Its Knees (a list)

Compiled by my friend Josh. Reposted with his permission by moi.


Nov 29, 2008, Wal-mart employee trampled to death

Wal-mart employees are not unionized and have low pay and bad health benefits.

Wal-mart forces opponents and suppliers out of business if they do not do the same with benefits and wages.

Wal-mart is not just the world's largest retailer. It's the world's largest company--bigger than ExxonMobil, General Motors, and General Electric

Bootsy

I despise my mother's cat. Hate it. I mean, I like cats most of the time- but Bootsy is an absolute demon. She is currently standing out my bedroom door, hissing and threatening to eat my feet (well, bite and scratch the hell out of them, anyway) if I should try to exit. I have to... er... empty my bowels, and the bathroom is directly across the hall. God, I hate Bootsy. I just mentally nicknamed her 'She Who Eats Feet.' The worst part is: she's an angel with my mom. She's like one of those exceptionally horrible teacher's pets that cheats and cusses and all, but is a total suckup to the teacher. (The cat, I mean, not my mom.)

She hates us children, though. I don't know why. I'm not a loud, annoying kid, I'm a quiet thirteen year old that spends most of her time reading (just like my mother, who Bootsy adores)! I don't move quickly, so that can't be it either. Maybe I'll record her hissing and post it up. On second thought, no. I don't want to get that close to her.

You Know You're a Writer When...

• you have over seven blog posts a week
• your notebook is filled with notes on characters and plot bunnies, not biology
• you constantly compare people (whether or not you know them) to one of the characters you're writing about
• you quote your characters, leaving people wondering who the hell Christine Potter is

More later, that was just a little thing I decided to do thirty seconds ago. I had a lot more, but, alas, that ice cream is making the ideas go through my head a million miles a millisecond (haha- alliteration!).

Fanfiction

I write about anything and everything (as is semi-obvious), so of course I have a Fanfiction.net account. If you want to add me, just click here. No here. No... let's try this again... HERE! Yay! Click the big letters for me. Click! Click! Click!

:) Seriously, I have a little writing up there, so you should check it out.

Role Models

It's the funniest movie ever. I'm not sure if Ronnie ("Pull over to the mini-mart and get me some OJ- and not that concentrated shit!") or Danny ("Should have guessed- nothing says royalty like The Burger Hole.") is my favorite character.

Here's a little embed from TVshack.net courtesy of moi!

Speech Impediment

This post is short and sweet, just so you know.

My little brother, Thaxton (age 6), just asked if we could watch Star Wars. He has a speech impediment, though, so it came out more like Star Whores.

Wonderful. Now my kindergartener brother is into freaking cosplay pornography.

Slave Leia, anyone?

Picnics Suck

This blog has a form of the word 'complain' in it, so I figure I'm entitled to a little bit of complaining about my day. Here we go.

I woke up at eight this morning, after around six and a half hours of sleep. I tried to listen to my iPod Nano, but my headphones were messed up. My siblings woke up at ten after eight and the first thing they did was argue. Over anything and everything- who got to play the Wii first, what Edward said in Twilight (we were watching the movie), what kind of yogurt is best.

After a little while they calmed down and I got a mosquito bite the size of a quarter on my lower right arm near my wrist. (While inside the house, which kind of scares me.) My hair looks like crap, and has a huge knot about two inches from where it meets my neck. I get writer's block, so I have trouble writing my fics (not to mention all the noise). We watch Twilight again, and Sydney (one of my eight year old sisters, Shelby's twin) keeps asking stupid questions like, "Who is that? Is that girl a vampire?" In that case, she was talking about Bella's mom.

We just got back from a picnic in the park composed of crappy peanut butter sandwiches, crackers with either cheese or peanut butter, yogurt, and root beer. I hate root beer. The smell is nauseating. So anyways, I get another dime-sized mosquito bite on my other arm. I hate those. (The bites, not the bugs. Well, the bites and the bugs, really.) Anyways, right now Sydney can't figure out how to work the shower and she's taking her anger out on Thaxton with a pillow. I have to go break up the fight. Goodbye.

Web Design (Update)

Okay. After another Diet Coke, a Sprite, and a package of chocolate pop tarts, all is well- or as well as it ever is with me and my coding. The issue had to do with a typo in the code I hadn't noticed (the typo was on one site I researched it on and not the other, and it's really long, so I didn't check the entire thing). It changes the width of the DIV from 468 to 4568, which really jacked up the page. I was freaking out, cursing the sites I'd looked at, so finally I just did a head-to-toe (or, you know, start to end) inspection, and found the typo. I corrected it, and all is decent.

Web Design

It's fun, but it's a real pain when a piece of code you thought controlled only one attribute jumps up and bites you in the arse. I have eight tabs open besides this one, and I've gone through two Diet Cokes in the past half hour trying to figure this out.

I really hate when ten websites say the same thing about a code, and it turns out to be wrong. I'm not going to name any names, for the sake of those over at HotScripts and DynamicDrive, but that's incredibly irksome (haha alliteration... sorry).

Anyways, I'll post up my issue later if I can't figure out a solution on my own. Fellow web designers/coders, get ready.

Wii Fit

Man, I love the Wii Fit. Just got off after like, an hour of playing. I had to steal the control away from my hyperactive little brother, but... eh. All in a day's work. Oh, and no, this isn't spam. I'm not getting paid or anything to write this. I just love the Wii Fit :)

By far, my favorite game is the hula hoop one. I feel so stupid doing it, but it really wears you out!

Given Up

I've officially given up on downloading Vista SPs 1 and 2. It's totally not worth it at this point. Between my crappy internet and Windows' crappy support, I've had way too many problems with downloading this to even care anymore.

Stupid Vista SP Download Process (Update 2)

Yeah, so my internet cut out for too long, so they stopped downloading because Windows is stupid like that. Anyways, I restarted the downloads about ten minutes ago, and they're at 12%, even though I already have half of the file downloaded. Again, Windows is stupid like that. 13%.

So... that's all. I'll update/complain again later, I'm going to my mom's house- her internet always works. That, or I can pick up the neighbor's signal since she lives in a condo (whereas my dad lives here in the freaking middle of nowhere, where customer service and signal stealing opportunities are for crap).

Stupid Vista SP Download Process (Update)

On SP1, I have 29 minutes remaining (at 106 KB/sec), and on SP2, I have 17 minutes remaining (at 76.6 KB/sec). Just an update. How long has it been since that other post? Bleh.

Stupid Vista SP Download Process

I'm updating the Windows Vista service packs (a complicated process I'll explain momentarily) so that I can install free Photoshop. I've also figured out that as long as you have no internet connection, Vista is fine. As for the complicated process:

1. Dig out flash drive
2. Discover drive is too small for files
3. Dig out other flash drive
4. Discover other drive is incompatible with Vista (stupid)
5. Find *another* flash drive (4GB, brand new)
6. Google Windows Vista Service Pack 1
   
7. Download the Vista SP1
   
8. Realize that this will take a while
9. Watch in agony as the internet cuts out
10. Start download (which is a huge-a** file) of Vista SP1
11. Figure you might as well download Vista SP2 as well
12. Google it
13. Find download page, look for compatible download version
    
14. Wonder what the hell "x86" is
15. Google it
16. Finally realize, after fifteen minutes of searching, that it wouldn't really matter, because there was an all-purpose download for x86 and 64-bit versions of Vista
    
17. Listen to family watch Role Models in the living room, watch twenty minutes of the movie
18. Come back to check progress on downloads
19. Groan when you see that there's still 1 hour, 1 minute remaining
20. Bang head against desk
21. Groan in pain
22. Take some Tylenol
23. Lie down
    

(repeat with any other downloads you may ever require)