Day 85: Some people have truly awesome talents

So this is what happens when a genius gets a music box...

Good luck in school tomorrow, everyone! ^^

Day 84: An awesome movie trailer.

Thank goodness it won't poison the minds of any little children who happen to see it! Here, take a look. If only ALL movie trailers were this sweet and perfect.

Day 83: A hauntingly awesome piece of music

I've been listening to it for almost an hour. I just can't get it out of my head. I don't want it to go. I am actually interested in this game because of this piece of music. It they can do so well with just the MUSIC, I can't imagine how amazing the rest of the game must be.

I... I can't even describe the places this makes my head go.

Day 82: Another awesome piece of literature

Here's another one. EVERYONE has felt like this at one time or another... I also got permission to post this one. <3

Puzzle Piece by ~Bubblestorm12 Life is a puzzle. Every person is a piece, and is needed to finish the puzzle. I don't fit in anywhere. If you don't find where you fit at first, you will be set aside. But one day you will be needed, and you will fit into your place. I've been waiting my entire life. The longer you wait, the more essential you are. Because without you, the puzzle won't be complete. It hurts. It's worth it, though, because the finished picture is beautiful. My pattern isn't the same as the other pieces. I don't belong.

Day 81: An awesome poem

Yes, yes, I know you've all been going mad with grief over my lack of posting, but my summers are always very busy. xD Sorry! Anyways, here's a wonderful poem. I have permission to post this, given by the author - as long as I provide credit. So here it is - something to think about.

Turn Hate to Love by ~pegacorn I hate people who don't respect my privacy. I hate people who expect too much out me. I hate people who are ignorant and tries to be all knowing. I hate people who tries to stop trees from growing. I hate people who can't change for their own lives I hate people who cheat on their husbands and wives. I hate people who treats some individuals like crap I hate people who only use their mouths to yap. Enough with this hating and pain.. I will seriously go insane. Life has given us enough shit. So why don't we love for a little bit? I love people who gives me space. I love people who understands my pace. I love people who dedicates themselves to learn. I love people who let that joint burn. I love people who can stand up for a fight. I love people who are loyal every night. I love people who don't bully the weak. I love people who don't gossip or peek. See how simple it is to love. You don't need influence from above...

Day 80: You guys are so cheesing awesome.

Seriously. I love you all so much. <3

I have 30 emails more than that bastard does. THANK YOU SO MUCH. not like most of them were just me listening in on a conversation between Bean and Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing or anything 


Now I have to read them all. WOOHOOOO

Day 79: Rambling is awesome

Warning: huge wall of text coming. xD You really should read it though. Girl With A Really Long Braid wrote this for me. HOW KIND! x3 I'm off to the lake now, so no blog posts for like... two weeks. Feel free to check out http://gentleoceanmichuru.deviantart.com/journal/42523512/ if you're wondering why two weeks. You really only need to read the first part. :3 EMail me lots! I LOVE COMING HOME TO PILES OF EMAILS! It makes me feel loved. :'D Also, my loser of a bro, Tummy, gets one email every day from I Can Haz Cheezburger  and I realllly want more emails than him. He already has two. HELP ME DEFEAT MY BROTHER IN POPULARITY! Even though his only 'popularity' comes from a website that automatically sends him emails. Colombian Rice Eater, your hatred for Tummy, should outshine even your desire to make me feel alone and unloved, am I right?

I'm sitting in front of my computer. I have a guest entry for my friend's blog I need to finish soon and I'm drawing a blank. I've thought about all the thing in my life that bring me joy or can at least make me focus long enough. Then, like an epiphany I never imagined I could have I thought of what I could write about.
Pure, unconnected ramblings.
I need to start somewhere so I'll start with the basics. A self introduction. Now a warning before I get any further, I have no idea what'll happen at the end of this entry. If you find yourself confused, it's fine. If you understand every word of this and have followed it all the way to the end. There's something wrong with and I think I'll take a few cautious steps away from you.

I am, without a doubt, just an mildly ordinary person. I'm the type of person that if we've only met once and haven't seen each other in a few days, you'll probably forget. Well mostly. I may remember your face and say hello to you or give you a nod as I pass you. You'll probably smile cautiously, you might even say hello if you're that type of person. But you'll be squinting your eyes at me as if by bluring my face you'll remember me better. You might have a vague sense of knowing me, but unable to place exactly how you know me. I've had this happen to me a few times, with the exception of this one girl who came to bring my family and I our ice cream treats at the Dairy Queen, the girl who insisted she knew me from her sister's soccer team. I haven't been on a soccer team for years, and in another province at that! Yet somehow this girl was smiling away and somehow knew my name. I was (naturally) slightly disturbed at the fact that there might be a person running around my city looking like me. I wonder if she likes the same things as I do, like One Piece or writing or scaring my dog with the vaccum cleaner (yes I'm a terrible person, moving on now!). I wonder if she has the same skills as me like writing or staring at the sky and knowing exactly what time it is. Whoever she may or may not be, I sincerly hope she's the good version of us. Because if I myself am as bad as I could be, well, I'm both relieved and disappointed. I am the rare person who likes the way they look. I eat what I want, wear what I want and can look in the mirror and all I can think of how nice it would be to take a bar of soap and write nonsense all over it. Especially since it's my sister's job to clean the mirrors and glass. (Note: I have done so before and I hide in my room, right up against the door she was trying to break down as she screamed at me to come clean up my mess and other less than nice sentences.) 


I like my name because, it's kinda badass the way I got it. I'm not named after relatives or fictional characters my parents worshipped (as I consider naming my children, if I have any). No, my mother named me simply because her dreams told her to. She was in the hospital, still unsure of what to name me. When she fell asleep that night she had a dream, she saw her mother (my grandmother, no dur) sitting in a chair holding a baby. She looked up at my mother and asked if she wanted to see her newborn baby daugher, *insert my name here*. Now, I can't tell what caused this dream, maybe it was fate, maybe it was some kind of meds the doctors were giving her. But sure enough, I can't help but feel a little more awesome knowing my name has some cool back story. I feel even more awesome knowing my sister was given her name simply for reasons my dad can't remember, though he's pretty sure it's because he thought it sounded nice. I have another sibling, a little brother who will now and forever be refered to as "Minion". A nickname he has accepted and responds to. I've heard one of his friends has started calling her little brother "Minion", I feel very proud of myself. Minion and I get along pretty well. I'm not sure if it's because I'm several years older than him but somehow or another I can hang around him a little longer than my sister. Who is the type of person who worries what others think of her and can get downright nasty if I bother her (which I do, what can I say? I can't help it!). I once got into an arguement and she threw her figure skates at me. I got a very large bruise. I was not happy. When she's on her own, she mostly ignores you or snaps at you to leave her alone. When she's around her friends, she's just...well...I can't describe it really... She just gets in a way that makes you want to slap her across the cheek and scream at her. 


But enough about that, this rambling is to jump from one subject to another and I don't want to get stuck on one subject for too long. I'm a lucid dreamer, and I'm also a daydreamer. In my dreams, I've felt pain, visited more one place more than once and time has gone by. Although my friends seem to think it's impossible, I have died in my dreams. But only for a few moments, than I became a sort of zombie and went on a berserker blood rage on the people who shot me. I've been running or walking before and tripped or missed a step, than been dimly woken up becase my foot suddenly jerked down as if I were falling into a pothole of some sorts. I've had my dreams put on pause while I was suddenly awoken, and than put on play when I fell back to sleep. I can wake myself up from my dream. I force myself to open my real eyes. It took a bit of practice and the feeling is...unnatural. It's tearing yourself away from a world and being throw back into reality. My daydreams are vivid, with clear color and clear sound. My eyes are tired from staring at this screen, I blame the stupid bargain bin DS game I've been playing for hours (time wasted unwisely). The game is beside me, it's the stupidest game but I want to beat it. Whether I litterally beat it and throw it out the window or finish the game is unclear at this time. I think I'm a little crazy, I talk to myself or imaginary people/friends because I'm bored, I talk to inanimate objects. I talk to my OCs or favorite characters because sometimes they're the only people I can talk to at the moment and can listen to me rant it out in my head. I have no train of thought, just a large empty space where words and ideas mesh together and sometimes make the long journey from my head to my mouth. I start sentences and sometimes don't finish them because I've lost interest or my brain has decided to switch to another subject (something that really annoys my friends). I've been upgraded from a single bed to a double bed but still haven't gotten used to it. I still curl up into a little ball and wrap myself in all the blankets I can grab. It feels safe and cozy. I'm on msn right now as I write this, no one is online. All my friends are gone or sleeping. Forever alone~. I don't know what'll happen to me in the future. I just keep my grades up and deal with present or soon problems. Recently a bunch of people have asked me what I'll do in a few years, frankly I'm not sure. What I'm interested in now, I might not care for when the time comes. I'll never know. All I can do it go about things the way I want.

I'm reading over this and I realize how I've just been talking about myself. So let's talk about YOU.

YOU are a person I probably don't know or will never meet.
YOU are kinda a creeper if I really don't know, or will ever meet you.

And most importantly I've just wasted YOUR time.

Mission accomplished.

I'm finished now. I give YOU permission to leave.

YOU may go.

^_^ Have a nice day~!