Friday, July 22, 2011

I Want to Actually Post Things Today, But I'm too Busy Swooning

Josh freaking Groban, y'all.

Yeah.  If you don't swoon at the mere mention of his name, you aren't living.

Here, I'll help you.

(Just go ahead and skip to around 1:38 for the actual song.  Unless you want to listen to Celine Dion talk for a minute and a half, and if you do, hey, more power to you.)

And that was live people.  No auto-tune.  Yeah.

I just...I can't even say anything right now.  Oh, my poor little heart.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

I am the Greatest Hypochondriac Who Has Ever Thought She Was Dying

It might be true.

As many people who have read this blog before will know, I can be a bit dramatic when it comes to everyday ailments, as is demonstrated by the end of this post, as well as this post, and just a wee bit in this post.


We all know that I'm kind of a hypochondriac, and also sort of a germ freak (maybe you didn't know that before, but you know it now.)  But, you do not know just how long I have been this way.  To tell you that, we must go far back, to the days of old, when stuffed animals were my friends, and the sandbox was my kingdom.

We must go back to kindergarten.

This is the story of the first, and last, time I ever faked sick to get out of going to school.

I'm pretty sure that I just didn't feel like getting up that morning.  I wanted to sleep, and the TV had told me, many times, of children faking illnesses to avoid being sent to the dreaded school.  So that's what I did.  I told my mom that I had a stomach ache, and she let me stay home from school.

My sick day started out simply enough.  I slept and watched TV, then slept some more.  My mom was a stay-at-home mom at the time, so I didn't throw any wild kindergarten parties, I was just kind of chilling out at my house, without a care in the world.

But I was determined not to be caught in my lie.

I did such a good job at trying to convince my mom that I was sick, that I managed to convince myself of it.  Soon, I actually became sick, with an actual stomach ache, and possibly also a fever.  But that is not the worst of it.

The worst part was the hallucinations.

To this day, I'm not entirely sure if all of this happened, but I have a distinct memory of looking out of one of the windows in my house and seeing the neighbor kids walking home from the bus stop, dressed up as milk cartons.

Milk cartons.

For real.

They were very convincing milk cartons, too.  All I remember thinking about this was that "Aw, I picked the wrong day to be sick.  Everybody got to dress up as milk cartons and I had to stay home."

And so, from that day forth, I never again faked sick, for fear of missing out on another "Dress Up Like a Milk Carton" day.

So yeah, tiny me had some mad mental skills.  Or mad mental issues.  You decide.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

I Hate This Week

I really do.

First of all, a bunch of my friends are gone on vacations and whatnot, including Sassafras Jones who's out gallivanting around California.  What a poop.

Yes, I did just call my friend a poop.

Anyway.  Aside from having only the King/Archbishop of Marching Band and the Stellar Miss Moon to keep me from slowly going insane, I've had to schedule college visits.

Yes, college visits.

I should have done this last week, when I actually had time to, and when there would have been ample time for the people to process my application thing and get back to me, but NO.  I forgot about the internet, and I was under the impression that I had to actually call these people on the telephone and ask for a visit.  The prospect of using a telephone scared me so much that I put of the whole thing for a whole week, until last night, when I realized, hey, there's probably a way to register for these kinds of things online, so I went to the websites and, lo and behold, there it was!  Online visit applications!  The only problem is, I want to visit these colleges next week, and they're all saying that visits scheduled within two weeks are not guaranteed, which is making me anxious, and I don't like being anxious.

BAH.  I hate college already, and I haven't even graduated from high school yet.

Speaking of high school, I registered for my online French class last week (actually, speaking of French class reminded me of something else.  On all the applications, they asked what some of my interests are for majors and stuff, and I told all of them that Spanish was my secondary interest for a major, except that's not even really true because I kind of hate Spanish, but it would be in my best interests to learn Spanish, so really, I'm just whoring out my academic interests in order to be one step ahead on the job market.  This is also making me anxious.  Back to my French class.)  I'm pretty excited about it, since it should be pretty easy because I already know some French.  Also, my professor is supposedly hot, according to, only I don't know how that's supposed to be beneficial to my online learning experience.  It's always good to know, I guess.

What else do I hate about this week?  Hmm, I'm sure that there were more things.  Well, there was that fireworks display that I went to see with the Stellar Miss Moon and the King/Archbishop of Marching Band last night. They were pretty sub-par.  It made me sad.  The best part of the whole night was when, after the very first few fireworks went off, there was a pause, and then the King/Archbishop of Marching Band stood up, clapped, and yelled "Woo!  Let's do this again next year!"

So, yeah.  That was my week.  And it's only Tuesday.  Sassafras Jones isn't coming back home until Sunday, I don't know when the Drummer Boy (who is also on vacation) is coming home, and I want some chocolate cake, only I don't have any, and that's just making me angry.

Monday, July 4, 2011

I Have a Blogging Button on my Web Browser‬‏

It's not the greatest thing. APPARENTLY, I can't blog actual videos, but it does let me blog links, but I hate links, so this is making me a little angry.

Anyway, here is a video that I am blogging because I have a blogging button on my web browser and it was convenient.

YouTube - ‪Kitty is a very BAD Mystic

I'm sorry if I have disappointed you.‬‏