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I think that, for right now, I'm going to sit here and see how many compelling reasons I can list for never living in a house alone. Apartments? Cool. At least there are other people within... oh, the length of a football field.
What do you even do when the weather's like this? The power's not staying on, but it's not staying out, either. So, I've got my tiny candle lit in case it goes out and stays out, but I've got none of the fun that comes with that. And there's nothing fun on TV, aside from the weather updates. We seem to be sitting in the middle of one of the reddest spots, but we didn't even get the tornado warning. (I say it like I'm disappointed, but home alone during a tornado warning would certainly be... bad).
I should have counted the number of thunderclaps that scared the freaking crap out of me. I went outside to bring in my dad's tools that we'd left on the porch and WHAM, there was one that came out of nowhere. Then I was in the bathroom and BOOM. Lights went out, too. I don't even need to see people... as long as they're somewhere nearby.
Man... there is no good TV. Big Brother 6? Something about the Hiltons? Some... sitcom. I give up. Nova was entertaining, but my dad was still home, so I didn't need to worry about entertaining myself. If I wasn't afraid of destroying my sister's playsation or my computer or my iPod I'd have something entertaining. I think, since I've already bored myself with my Japanese books (that need to be returned to the library), maybe I'll work on my other yearly summer mission - learning to draw. Yaaay. I think I'll make it a habit. Every summer, I will make more haphazard stabs at Japanese and drawing.
The storm's winding down now... which means if the power's going to go out and stay out, it'll do it now, because that likes to happen.
That Sprint ad just confused the crap out of me.
I could so write better TV than this... I will gather an army. An army similar to the Weirdos, and we will resurrect sitcoms as a proper genre. Or write movies.
That quote is from Homer, you crazyface, not your grandfather. Suuure, concern yourself about Paris. Probably never read the Odyssey ever. Actually... now that I think about it, maybe their grandfather had a thing for Homer. Hmmmmm. That'd be interesting. Only... not.
VERBOSE IS NOT THE WORD FOR THAT. That is talkative. Or annoying. Attention-craving? Histrionic. Not verbose.
I was going to do laundry tonight... I don't think I can, now. But I'm out of sleeveless shirts. And my work pants are filthy. They've got probably five days of nacho cheese and popcorn oil and butter grease and disgustitude on them. Why aren't my pants self-cleaning? Sigh.
Wow... could these people be any more transparent? Man, they walk into the room and made these stupid disgusted faces in front of all the press. Just because you were lied to... by Paris Hilton's mother. I think I'm going to conclude that reality TV is only marginally interesting unless you know someone on there. Actually, I'd probably have fun on reality TV, because the other people wouldn't know what to make of me.
Is it wrong that I find John Cusak sort of cute? It might be the characters he plays. I've been trying to sort out my random preferences in characters, and whether it's that I want to be them, or know them. The only one I'd date would be Hughes... but I think I'd want his job. Kekeke. And he'd probably indulge me and take me to work, and it would eventually get him into trouble which would endager him and everything he's trying to do for Roy, and I'd just ruin everything. That is my very, very short FMA Mary Sue. Bwahahaha!And then I realize who the Fuhrer's secretary is but it's too late and Kira finds out my real name and kills me anyway, or else I end up hiding out forever somehwere far away from the plot until a very long time later, much like L. And that is my crossover Mary Sue. And then we become ninjas, after going through the gate.
This is so nothing like a real press conference. Ahhh. This girl is so obnoxious.
I hate fleas.
So... the point of this show is to... become a socialite? Or join socialite culture? Now.. that's something I'd never understand. Je ne comprend pas. This girl is an airhead... where do they find these people? You.. can only say things like this on reality TV. Not in the real world. Uhh. I give up. Also, I hope you're not still reading this. It really isn't worth it. I'm going to go draw Gracia fighting off zombies with a lead pipe while Elysia cowers behind her.
Okay, none of these commercials make any sense to me anymore. I must be like, totally cut off from culture. Or... people are just bad at making commercials properly.
Oddly enough, I think if they're going to keep making stupid action movies, they ought to at least involve giant robots. Giant mechs. Yes.
What do you even do when the weather's like this? The power's not staying on, but it's not staying out, either. So, I've got my tiny candle lit in case it goes out and stays out, but I've got none of the fun that comes with that. And there's nothing fun on TV, aside from the weather updates. We seem to be sitting in the middle of one of the reddest spots, but we didn't even get the tornado warning. (I say it like I'm disappointed, but home alone during a tornado warning would certainly be... bad).
I should have counted the number of thunderclaps that scared the freaking crap out of me. I went outside to bring in my dad's tools that we'd left on the porch and WHAM, there was one that came out of nowhere. Then I was in the bathroom and BOOM. Lights went out, too. I don't even need to see people... as long as they're somewhere nearby.
Man... there is no good TV. Big Brother 6? Something about the Hiltons? Some... sitcom. I give up. Nova was entertaining, but my dad was still home, so I didn't need to worry about entertaining myself. If I wasn't afraid of destroying my sister's playsation or my computer or my iPod I'd have something entertaining. I think, since I've already bored myself with my Japanese books (that need to be returned to the library), maybe I'll work on my other yearly summer mission - learning to draw. Yaaay. I think I'll make it a habit. Every summer, I will make more haphazard stabs at Japanese and drawing.
The storm's winding down now... which means if the power's going to go out and stay out, it'll do it now, because that likes to happen.
That Sprint ad just confused the crap out of me.
I could so write better TV than this... I will gather an army. An army similar to the Weirdos, and we will resurrect sitcoms as a proper genre. Or write movies.
That quote is from Homer, you crazyface, not your grandfather. Suuure, concern yourself about Paris. Probably never read the Odyssey ever. Actually... now that I think about it, maybe their grandfather had a thing for Homer. Hmmmmm. That'd be interesting. Only... not.
VERBOSE IS NOT THE WORD FOR THAT. That is talkative. Or annoying. Attention-craving? Histrionic. Not verbose.
I was going to do laundry tonight... I don't think I can, now. But I'm out of sleeveless shirts. And my work pants are filthy. They've got probably five days of nacho cheese and popcorn oil and butter grease and disgustitude on them. Why aren't my pants self-cleaning? Sigh.
Wow... could these people be any more transparent? Man, they walk into the room and made these stupid disgusted faces in front of all the press. Just because you were lied to... by Paris Hilton's mother. I think I'm going to conclude that reality TV is only marginally interesting unless you know someone on there. Actually, I'd probably have fun on reality TV, because the other people wouldn't know what to make of me.
Is it wrong that I find John Cusak sort of cute? It might be the characters he plays. I've been trying to sort out my random preferences in characters, and whether it's that I want to be them, or know them. The only one I'd date would be Hughes... but I think I'd want his job. Kekeke. And he'd probably indulge me and take me to work, and it would eventually get him into trouble which would endager him and everything he's trying to do for Roy, and I'd just ruin everything. That is my very, very short FMA Mary Sue. Bwahahaha!
This is so nothing like a real press conference. Ahhh. This girl is so obnoxious.
I hate fleas.
So... the point of this show is to... become a socialite? Or join socialite culture? Now.. that's something I'd never understand. Je ne comprend pas. This girl is an airhead... where do they find these people? You.. can only say things like this on reality TV. Not in the real world. Uhh. I give up. Also, I hope you're not still reading this. It really isn't worth it. I'm going to go draw Gracia fighting off zombies with a lead pipe while Elysia cowers behind her.
Okay, none of these commercials make any sense to me anymore. I must be like, totally cut off from culture. Or... people are just bad at making commercials properly.
Oddly enough, I think if they're going to keep making stupid action movies, they ought to at least involve giant robots. Giant mechs. Yes.
