ahaha

So there's this site, Baby's Named A Bad, Bad Thing, and it's pretty funny, this person making fun of stupid baby names, and here's my favorite bit:
"i named my daughters differently,

(as opposed to naming them the same? "...and these are my daughters, Brandy.")

...the younger one is kryslyn (like chrislynn)

Death to all vowels! The Ministry of Truth says vowels are plus undoublethink. Vowels are a Eurasian plot! Big Brother, leading us proles to victory!"

And SNL is on rerun, which sucks.
I was watching Santa Claus Conquers The Martians, for a bit, and ahh dear God that's...it's...well, here's one of my favorite lines:Earth has had Santa for too long. And, apparently, Martians are humans with bad face makeup and wacky helmets. They have to consult this one wise, all knowing dude (I guess?) with the problem that all the Mars children. Because the Martian children watch too much Earth TV. HOW ARE THEY GETTING EARTH TV? Crazy signals and whatnot? Anyway, they're all like, dude what's up with dat? And he's (sidenote: my mom just told me to turn the volume down on the tv (she sleeps onthe couch in the living room and the computer is in the living room and then asked, 'what are you tyyping' and I said, 'iunno i'm just typing...is that alright?' and then she went all, OF COURSE IT'S ALL RIGHT DON'T HAVE A ATTITUDE WITH ME. parents are crazy.) he's all, "Hmm. What time of year is it?" and the Martian leader was all, "it's SEPTOBER." He didn't say it in caps. That was me. SEPTOBER. Why would Martians have SIMILIAR SOUNDING MONTHS? Also, he was a totally incompetent leader. Instead of, oh I donno, making up their own crazy Christmas or whatnot, they decide to steal Earth's Santa. GEEEENIUS.
Ack, Jonas Brothers. SNL Rerun. Still, I did enjoy Andy Samberg calling the Jonas Brothers 'Highlanders'. For the Digital Short.
I wanna talk about this trip-thing I'm going on but tomorrow. Because I'm gonna go watch Farscape. On the internet. i quite like it.

pretty much

Tagging blogs from awhile ago.
Btw, you know what's alright? Watered down Pepsi. You know what's sad? watering down the Pepsi because regular Pepsi gives me heartburn. Forrealz.

two things (or maybe three?)

So here's one thing you might not know about me. I'm lazy. Lazy. Chubby, Cheeto-eating, TV-watching lazy. But lazy in weird ways, too. Sometimes, I won't read fantasy books because, taking the effort to go and learn about a whole different world and a stuff? No. If I have to read 20 + pages about Hobbits first, then what's the point? I quite like Sci-fi for the fact it takes this world I already know about and just twists it. less to remember. uh, lazy in the sort of way where, even though I carry around a pocket knife (a whole lazyness all by itself; what, i have to go find scissors/knife/screwdriver/nailfile? idon'tthinkso. pocketknife!) sometimes I will rip and tear at something I know will not open rather then take the knife from my pocket and actually use it. Lazy like, I don't like this show but I'm not gonna change the channel because then I'd have to get up/find the remote. Lazy like I usually listen to the same music because I'm too lame to go out and buy a new CD. (I have listened to Bowling For Soup somanytimes the songs have no meaning anymore.) Lazy like I'm too lazy to keep on going on about how lazy I am.
Okay, so this is someting else I wanted to mention. I'm a girl and I like boys but I'm very picky about who I like. Or maybe I'll only like them for a few days or a week or two. I think the record is a month or so. But I talk about boys alot. I don't call them hot or sexy. This is what I sound like when I talk about cute boys: You see that guy? Friend: Yeah? Me: He's a dick. Friend: Yeah. Me: But, goddamnit, he's attractive. Friend: Ohgodyes. Me:Or that guy. Friend: Hmm. Me: He's good-looking enough. I don't know, I guess I'm...emotionally distant or something. People are jerks. Guys are jerkier. But there's this one boy in my theatre class, kind of very over-the-top Theatre Kid, y'know, very I'm-better-than-you, Misunderstood, artsy, emo-punk kind of kid. He's a jerk. One day, there must have been a play or something because he was off the in green room doing something costume-wise, he walks into the classroom to talk to the teacher, also the director of the plays and whatnot, and he's wearing this white wifebeater tanktop and this black jeans with his hair amess and his glasses off. I about melted. I mean, this guy's a pompous jackass, but he is fiiine. So that was awhile ago and I've been admiring him from afar only slightly and the other day I was in the library, reading a book since I can't check them out, and there's abunch of emokids/theatrekids/punks/jerkfaces hanging out in the teensection, making a rucus, and this boy, the one I mentioned, starts talking to them. I don't really pay them any mind, but then he walks by, this boy, with a book under his arm. seriously, I about swooned. I'm sorry, but this cute guy (still a jerrrk), with a book? Ohmygod. I have a thing for dorky guys, guys that read, nerds, smart guys, and bookish guys. (Which translates into a major teacher fetish, if there were any hot male teachers at my school.) Iunno. But still. This other boy I had a crush on--I made him a hat, it was obvious I liked him-- for about a month and a half, he's a major dork. But we're friends now. Anyway, he's got freshie girls hitting on him all the time because he's so cute and dorky and also, not complete asshole. Also, there's this cute freshie boy in my theatre class, nice hair, somewhat emo, pompous theatre kid again, who can totally talk comics with me, which is nice. Still, if I've learned anything from my brother, avoid theatre kids.

morbid

Looking at famous last words of people and found a link to dying words of criminals before they're executed. Some are tragic, some are funny. I like these:

Good people are always so sure they're right.
Executed at San Quentin.
~~ Barbara Graham, d. June 3, 1955

I did not get my Spaghetti-O's, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.
Executed by injection, Oklahoma.
~~ Thomas J. Grasso, d. March 20, 1995

Hurrah for anarchy! This is the happiest moment of my life.
Last words on the gallows.
~~ George Engel
(He was one of four executed after the 1886 Haymarket bombing in Chicago)

I love you.
Spoken to the executioner.
Executed by injection, New York.
~~ Sean Flannagan, d. June 23, 1989

How about this for a headline for tomorrow's paper? French fries.
Executed in electric chair in Oklahoma.
~~ James French, d. 1966

I'd like to thank my family for loving me and taking care of me. And the rest of the world can kiss my ass.
Executed by injection, Texas.
~~ Johnny Frank Garrett, Sr., d. February 11, 1992

I don't hold any grudges. This is my doing. Sorry it happened.
Executed in electric chair, Indiana.
~~ Steven Judy, d. March 9, 1981

Such is Life
Executed by hanging.
~~ Ned Kelly, Australian bushranger, d. 1880

Hurry it up you Hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you're screwing around.
Executed by hanging Leavenworth, Kansas.
~~ Carl Panzram, d. September 5, 1930

Take a step forward, lads. It will be easier that way.
Executed by firing squad.
~~ Erskine Childers, Irish patriot, d. November 24, 1922

out and about

So I was just lounging around the house when Blakerybitz calls me and says, "there's..yarn...at St. Vinnie's.." and then I pressed him for info on said yarn, all he said was it's blue. Men. Pshaw. Anyway, so I decide to go anyway, because it's a lurvely day out and my bike is beautiful and yeah, so, I go down there and it's boring yarn and there's nothing else there of any importance so I go to Bi-Mart and, on a stupid impulse buy, I buy some Sugar 'N Cream blue yarn and beef jerky sticks. Anyway, as I bought the yarn I thought, mmmthisisprettyIshouldmakeadolphinorelephaant...anyway. Now I'm like, waah? But still. Cotton yarn. Is nice.
When I get back I put my bike in the back room and then came inside, Blake sees me and mumbles something about "comics at St.Vinnie's..." and I was all, "WHAT" and he was all, err yeah they also had like comic books and yeahh. So now I have to go BACK to St.Vinnie's tomorrow and check out those comics and see if they're ludicrously over priced. Prolly. It's St. Vinnie's. Ah, St. Vincent's thrift Store Type Place for anyone who doesn't know. Like Goodwill or Salvation Army.
Ah crappy Batman Forever is on. The one with Val Kilmer. There's a Bowling For Soup (only my favorite band. forrealz.) song called Val Kilmer, that kindof has nothing to do with Val Kilmer except for one or two lines, "he was funny in Real Genius/what about Top Gun?/no man, Top Gun wasn't funny/Top Secret was funny too/but he sucked as BATMAN." True. Also, he sucks as the voice of KITT. In that shitty new Knight Rider. Listen, nothing can be as shitty as the original Knight Rider and its shittyness was epic. And amazing. Comeon THE HOFF in eyeliner.
Now I am pattern-searching. For something blue. A little animal, for a teacher-friend of mine who's birthday was awhile ago, but I still wanna make her something.
I have a tendancy to buy yarn and do nothing with it. For instance, glow-in-the-dark yarn. This Chenille yarn. Or buy yarn with an idea in mind and never get around to it. optimus Prime. And I've not finished Zoidberg yet. But I hafta before April 10th, because then bigbrudah Kody is coming back and I wanna have that for him. And I, oh sheeet, need to make a hat for my fathah because his birthday's in a week or so. I'm making armwarmers for myself. That are becoming superflous as the weather warms up. Ah well. They're pretty.

wednesdaywednesdaywednesday

It makes less sense the more you say it.
Jeopardy! is on. It's now kind of my dream to go on Jeopardy!. I haven't got an email back from the Jeopardy Teen Tournament Challenge yet. Which suuucks. It was, like, a month ago.
AND AND AND
I bought sock yarn and I'm trying to make armwarmers. Crochet. Any suggestions?

haha

Just saw this on urban dictionary, under def. of emo. Difference between goths and emos-
Emos hate themselves, Goths hate everyone, Emos want to Kill themselves, Goths want to kill everyone. Alright, I'm a goth at heart. I'm no emo. Fucking emos.
I got glow in the dark yarn.

that simple

Here is a basic formula for a bad-ass movie.
The guy who plays Batman + the guy who's Wolverine x some sort of Victiorian London setting + MAGIIIIC / David Bowie - common sense and logic = THE PRESTIGE.
I love this movie SO MUCH. It's crazy scary (because I am this long-standing fear of clones) but honestly, my favorite movie ever.

update

I've finished crocheting my sock. Which I don't think I even mentioned here. And for now it's only one sock because I am lazy. The sock itself was done in this light green sport weight yarn with a 3.75 hook and it took about 2 or 3 days. 2. Because I started on monday...or was that sunday...no, Monday, because I stayed up real late finishing the foot. Then did the heal and ankle last night. And wore it in my shoe today. Strange, but not uncomfortable.
In other news, I've given in and joined Twitter. If only to follow Neil Gaiman and Eddie Izzard. Side note: i wish my dogs would shut the fuck up, stupid annoying animals. Yeah so. Twitter just to follow cool people like that.
I'm not feeling too well. I'm making an iced coffee drink and then going to my room to crochet and watch TV.

quick things

1. If I haven't mentioned it, this week is state testing at my school and I did that last year so school, for everyone but the sophomores, starts at noon.
2. Which leaves me able to stay up late watching Jimmy Fallon. Glad I did. GARY SINISE WAS ON. Loves me some Sinise.
3. Why is Andy Samberg on ELLEN DEGENERES?
4. It's St. Patrick's Day. I am part Irish. (like..Mom's great..great grandfather ersomething? Her maiden name (well, last name now she changed it) is Boyd. Which I guess is Irish?) I am not excited at all. But I put on a green shirt. Maaan.
5. Also there is movie on SciFi 9sorry SyFy now they changed it yeah) called Fairy Tale: A True Story. Anyway, on TV Guide, the quick synopsis lists 'Houdini: Harvey Keitel'. WTF? Harvey Keitel as Houdini? Like...Harry Houdinin (ehrich wiess?) or some guy named Houdini? Grrr.
6. My hair is drying I better go blowdry it before it starts to look bad.

do you know what time it is

I went and saw Gran Torino with Mom and her friends today. Clint Eastwood was BADASS. At one point I was like, MOM DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS? and she's like, ASS WHOOPING TIME! And hence Clint Eastwood did kicketh some ass, and it was good. Seriously though I didn't expect it to be so good. It was sad. But fitting and good. I think mom was crying.
Today me and Blake found that old Oregon Trail game on the internet and it's pretty much like all we've been doing. The first wagon I did had: Alyssa, Kody, Blake, Bruce and Kevin. 'Bruce' as in Bruce Wayne and 'Kevin' as in Kevin Bacon. Blake's idea. Anyway, we all died. Kody of dysentary, me of cholera, and Blake of measles and Kevin and Bruce starved to death. And I just played again, as the banker who's LOADED and DUDE I WON. There was...Bankmaster, Wife, Batman, Paul, and Jason. Paul and Jason and Paul Rudd and Jason Segal. From 'I Love You Man' which we want to see. Also, they're hilarious. And I went around the house yelling I MADE IT TO OREGON!! Because I DIIID. FUN.
Honey Bunches of Oats is the GREATEST CEREAL EVER. I've been, like, living off it.

undecided

Last night I watched Jimmy Fallon's Late Night show...it was pretty funny. Between Fallon giving out Snuggies and making his audience (and guest) wear them, Tracy Morgan and Fallon "making up" and the guy with those animals. And then, Trace Atkins was on at the end. He's pretty cool.
I'm deciding whether to buy yarn with this 10 bucks or a shirt.woot. I'm thinking...neither, right now. Because, I have a lot of yarn and I'll wait for a shirt.woot I want.
There's nothing on TV. I should take a shower and get back to knitting.
It feels wrong to say that, get back to my knitting. I have a crocheter friend, the one who taught me how to crochet and everytime she sees me knitting she's all, GAH KNITTING IS FOR THE DEVIL.

decisions, decisions..

So besides watching Revenge of the Nerds and knitting, I'm debating on whether to buy the new shirt.woot, Nightmare Circus. It's pretty neat. Althought not techinically a circus. Circus's...circus'...circusi...don't really have ferris wheels and all that. Also I mostly forgot how to spell weel...mehrr...but it's pretty cool. On the right side, which like better then the left side. Then it's in this reddish color and I never look very good in red. So, uh, I'll wait till morning and let fate decide.
This knitting thing is tough. And the purly thing. It's icky. But I want a wristwarmer. So I'll bear through.

mhmm cookies

So I'm, like, learning how to knit. From the internet. What I've been learning from a book was, apparently, wrong. In fact, I don't even know what I was doing. In any case, it's fucking freezing in this house. Daaamn.
Knitting. Is tricky for a crocheter. Because I want to hold the yarn in my left hand and just twirl it to yarn over but you've got to wrap it and I, like, clutch the needles and yarn to my body as I work. GRarr.
UHm yeah.

lions on quantum leap!

seriously this girl was all being chased by a lion 'cuz they were doing a photo shoot and she splashed water on the lion and the lionwas all RARR WATER GRR and chased her till she passed out cuz she was on uppers and downers and now she's ODing and sam's all yar watch out lion i've got a chaiirrr.
Anyway so I'm gonna crochet a grey whale then a killer whale then a sea lion 'cuz those things are pretty cute yeah?

eventful weekend

Not really but, uh still. Went to dad's. Dad moved from his house to our old house and repainted all of it and my room is now his room and mom's room is now my room. It's the coldest room in the house. The window is jammed open an inch or two so it's chilly. Five blankets did the trick.
Dad actually spent time with us. Yeahhh, yay. Oh! Saw the Watchmen. Kickass.
Dad's computer doesn't have internet hooked up yet. Spent the weekend playing Sims.
There's nothing to do.

get the duct tape.

I'm falling apart. My shin is banged up because I was angry and kicked a chair. Last week. Blake punched me in the arm a few nights ago, so that's all bruising. Yesterday, while running (yes running) home from the library so I wouldn't miss Quantum Leap (it was 3rd season!), I crashlanded right in front of the door and scraped my knee and my arm. I have all these cuts on my hands and I'm just tired. Bah.

There's this kid I know at school, his name's Guy, (forrealz, that's his name.) and actually I've know him since he was a kid and he and brothers are/were in Boy Scouts together and Guy is this big smarty-pants, like this Calculus-taking, AP class kid. Way too smart. Me and Heather were hanging out in Frazier's classroom after school one day and Guy was there and suddenly, we're talking about Doctor Who and how awesome it is and Guy watches it. Then I figure out Guy watches Supernatural, too, so that's kickass, I lent him my Supernatural comic books. Now I'm trying to catch up on Supernatural epis and there's this episode named: Criss Angel Is A Douche Bag. YES FOREVER AND ALWAYS YES.

yeahso

Today at school: that read across America thing where if you take your lunch to the library and read was today, and then name entered into drawing, yeah. 6 kids there. Very cool. Also, got candy bar. Just about wrote my essay on shmoop.com. Have I mentioned how awesome that site is? If not, let me mention it again: it's pretty awesome. I wish they had the Illustrated Man on it, so I could that essay I never did for that.
After school: hung out in Mrs.Frazier's room and talked abou urban legends, which she's teaching her sophomores. The most terrifying one I have heard in a while: the one where the girl is babysitting and the kids are freaked out by this clown statue and so the babysitter calls the parents and goes, listen, the kids are scared by this thing, can I put it away? and the parents are like, we don't have a clown statue. And it was a serial killer. Arghh. Oh, God. Or the 'dripdripdrip' one. These kids are home alone, watching a movie, and it's all dark or whatever and they hear this sound or whatever, this dripping noise, and they get freaked out, and they're all, 'oh it's just the dog' and one of the kids put his hand down by the dog and the dog licks his hand and they keep on hearing this noise, this drip..drip...drip...and later they find the dog in the bathroom, hanging in the shower and bleeding, the drip drip drip, and written on the mirror in blood is 'humans can lick, too'. Eww. Or the one where the girl goes into her dormroom and she hears her roommate doing something in the dark, and she assumes she's having sex or whatever, so she doesn't turn the light, goes to her room and puts her headphones on, falls asleep. Wakes up in the morning, finds her roommate dead and written on the wall, aren't you glad you didn't turn the lights on? So me and my bff Heather, and we plan on going to school in the same area and rooming together, say to each other, always turn the lights on.

ION is catching up with me, Quantum Leap-wise. it's the 2nd season finale that made me cry so bad when I first watched it. Al, oh, oh al.
I'm gonna crochet a fox and pikachu and an Optimus Prime. Not, all, today. Hopefully, those first two. Do I have the right yellow? Mhmm.

yes no maybe so

Saw YESman today at the dollar theatre. Agreed with mom: amusing enough for a dollar. Also, Zoey Dechanel is my girlcrush. She's cute.
...
cleaned my room and found books and things.
bought new headphones almost same color as old ones...
Now watching that Brothers&Sisters TV thing with my mom, it's just a 2 hour ep of the show I guess. We're trying to figure out who's going to die. My money's on Tommy or Julia, or Holly. My mom thinks that Rob Lowe is going to die but honestly, why kill off ROB LOWE? You don't kill off your best actor/one of the biggest stars. Also it would be too obvious. Or Kevin. But Kevin is the gay one and I dunno if you can kill off the gay one.
Wayy too many Watchmen commercials but I still can't wait to see it. Arghh.

mo' money mo' yarn?

So I babysat again tonight and had to watch High School Musical: 3. It was awful. At one point I was wishing I was deaf. It wasn't really singing. It sounded terrible and computerized. I'll give them one thing: Zac Efron, he's not ugly. Doesn't mean I approve.
Retiring to my room for grape soda and chexmix bar and new book and new yarn.