I was planning on getting tons and tons of sleep, playing with Rowan, writing a ton, and generally ignoring everyone. Now I'm planning on getting people together for Ren-fest, trying to think of a costume, going to sleep at around 11 and waking up at ten to seven everyday. It's so weird! My sleep patterns are suddenly normal. Usually it's all over the place.
I'm going to see that pirate movie, the fourth Caribbean one this Tuesday. Cool. I've also found some nifty Icelandic videos with phrases for me to learn that sound like nifty gibberish. Also nifty. Anything new with me? Not really. I found an Icelandic kids' commercial for cheese, and the song is unbelievably catchy. I would have completely been caught by it when I was a kiddo.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Happy Birthday! I'm giving you the End of The World!
Okay, apparently, somebody predicted October 21, of 2011, this year mind you, is supposed to be the end of the world. This is really interesting, because there's this guy who's a friend of the family, who thinks the calculations from everyone saying the world was going to end in my mom's high school years (she's like 56 or something, sooo, thirty-five-fortyish years ago??) And he's a christian, and one of those guys who are like, super into numbers and math-related goo.
So, might be missing the Dec 21, 2012, barbecue.
In other news, it's supposed to be the destroyed by fire part that's happening for my birthday. Bigger and more interesting than fireworks... . but still, really? And um, the rapture is supposed to be tomorrow apparently. May 21st, 2011. So, on a Saturday. Cool beans. I'll go clean my room so it can be orderly for other people to raid it afterwards.
Thank you Jesus, this is um, a very thoughtful gift.
This is the May 21 and Oct 21 page.
I'm not going to say I'm even attempting to understand the finer lines of how they figured this out, but whatever. I figure you're supposed to be prepared for the end at any time, but still make arrangements and preparations just in case you're stuck here for the normal lifespan of a human.
~Happy almost-rapture? Sankari <3
So, might be missing the Dec 21, 2012, barbecue.
In other news, it's supposed to be the destroyed by fire part that's happening for my birthday. Bigger and more interesting than fireworks... . but still, really? And um, the rapture is supposed to be tomorrow apparently. May 21st, 2011. So, on a Saturday. Cool beans. I'll go clean my room so it can be orderly for other people to raid it afterwards.
Thank you Jesus, this is um, a very thoughtful gift.
This is the May 21 and Oct 21 page.
I'm not going to say I'm even attempting to understand the finer lines of how they figured this out, but whatever. I figure you're supposed to be prepared for the end at any time, but still make arrangements and preparations just in case you're stuck here for the normal lifespan of a human.
~Happy almost-rapture? Sankari <3
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The Viking Button
No, I'm not talking about 'click' vikings pop up. I'm talking about a button, like on a shirt. I fell in love with two little buttons on a super-hideous bathing suit dress thing today. I would have totally gotten that thing just to take the buttons off and use them for a vikings costume.
Nope, my mom would not have any of that.
If I got it, I'd have to use the bathing suit too.
Well, that wasn't happening. So I looked around a bit more. There was a cute black shirt, with that same viking button on it, only it was huge. Like, it was more like the clasp for a cloak, than a button. But the shirt was cheaper than the bathing suit, and it was cute.
However, as much as I love that button, as much as I'd adore it as the clasp of a cloak I have not yet made, I also really like it on that shirt. I don't think that viking button is coming off anytime soon. It's my cute black shirt with a viking button.
In other news; Osama Bin Laden was finally killed. Then his body was dumped into the ocean within two hours of death on Obama's orders. Really now. That's more of an honor thingy or something in that culture, and really, we should have kept it. We haven't even gotten DNA results back to make sure it was really him.
Since Easter, we have been getting random snow. It snowed a bit today too.
My brother and Sam came over for Easter for a bit. My brother yelled: "Beth, there's shuriken in the bathroom!"
Me: "Sorry!" Been meaning to put those things away, but I keep forgetting to wash them.
Nope, my mom would not have any of that.
If I got it, I'd have to use the bathing suit too.
Well, that wasn't happening. So I looked around a bit more. There was a cute black shirt, with that same viking button on it, only it was huge. Like, it was more like the clasp for a cloak, than a button. But the shirt was cheaper than the bathing suit, and it was cute.
However, as much as I love that button, as much as I'd adore it as the clasp of a cloak I have not yet made, I also really like it on that shirt. I don't think that viking button is coming off anytime soon. It's my cute black shirt with a viking button.
In other news; Osama Bin Laden was finally killed. Then his body was dumped into the ocean within two hours of death on Obama's orders. Really now. That's more of an honor thingy or something in that culture, and really, we should have kept it. We haven't even gotten DNA results back to make sure it was really him.
Since Easter, we have been getting random snow. It snowed a bit today too.
My brother and Sam came over for Easter for a bit. My brother yelled: "Beth, there's shuriken in the bathroom!"
Me: "Sorry!" Been meaning to put those things away, but I keep forgetting to wash them.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
So
Danish has the best word I have ever come across for 'END' in a foreign language. Took me entirely by surprise as I was glancing over the original Little Mermaid story in its amazing original Danish version. (Because you can find anything on the internet.) Right there, in nice bold letters, was this word.
SLUT.
Means 'end' in Danish.
No clue how they pronounce it, but it makes me smile that's their word for end.
Oo-rah.
~San over and out.
P.S. I totally passed my German test, and my brain is in that point of being sick that it's more like you're just kind of away from everything and you're just watching what's going on. It almost feels like hallucinating real-life. It's kinda boring in a 'whoa, dude', kind'ave way.
SLUT.
Means 'end' in Danish.
No clue how they pronounce it, but it makes me smile that's their word for end.
Oo-rah.
~San over and out.
P.S. I totally passed my German test, and my brain is in that point of being sick that it's more like you're just kind of away from everything and you're just watching what's going on. It almost feels like hallucinating real-life. It's kinda boring in a 'whoa, dude', kind'ave way.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Kicks and giggles
Anyone else love the Muppets still? This audio was taken from the Popcorn scene. <3
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Not-nightmares and what's up with me~
So a not-nightmare is just that. Something that is not a nightmare, and therefore not scary while you're in it, but once you wake up you're like wtf just happened?
That's the reaction my subconscious has had to the movie Watership Down. Not-nightmares, and bullshit.
Had a not-nightmare that I was in my house at night, and the freaky sun-thing Fritz was acting like the eye of Saron(one more letter and it's Sharon) and I guess if it's light touched you you would like, die or something. It wasn't really clear what would happen to you, just that you needed to avoid it. Then my mom was sitting in the bathroom and saying something about sitting in there with the cats to hide. F that. Really. I was going in there to get Tammy out of there, cause even though it's the only room in the house that could possibly protect from a freaky sun-creature, somehow I also knew that was the one room that bloody thing could send microwaves into the floor and walls to nuke whoever was in there. Like my cat. I got her out.
Then I went to my room, which yes, has a window in it. The Fritz-Saron red lightbeam thing crept into my room, and I was like whatever. I got hidden in the corner of my bed like behind it and the wall, which didn't really make sense cause my bed is a heap of mattresses (like the princess and the pea XD) and they're shoved into that same corner. Anyway, I don't think it saw me, but I woke up right then when it's uh eye-light got over the top of my head.
Guess Fritz wakes you up.
Lame.
Okey, next not-nightmare happened todayish sometimeish. (there was a bit of intro before it got to the part relating to the movie)
Starts out with wandering some bloody cave-thing as some kind of ritual-rite for some weird thing that doesn't exist and I'm not a part of. I was finding all the magical junk, some glowy crystals, and a bowl of 'the goddess' that looked like it was out of an Englishman's house and had instructions printed on it in several different languages including Turkish. Anyway, the sun-bowl, pretty much just made rainbows for your viewing pleasure outside but still nearby instead of ya know, glowing rainbows or starting fires, or something interesting.
Then there was a skeleton that was in a dangerous high pressure section of the cave with its knees and wrists tied together. My brother found that one. But after we got out, for some reason there was a kiddo that looked suspiciously like my evil icky step-cousin in a younger form. She was being a poop, and thusly got whoop. Spankings are good for children, especially when they don't get disciplined. Ever.
Anyway, as it turned out, this girl who was not my step-cousin followed by a woman who was not my step-relativething(she's weird, I don't claim she's family. or human.) Apparently, I was this kid's kindergarten teacher. And teachers are not supposed to beat and or discipline children. This is when she demanded for my qualifications to teach.
My subconscious bluntly told her that I had two master's degrees and was working on my third (for what? who even knows man. my dream-state is worse than some people's acid trips. especially because it's set up to make it seem like it should make total sense and transitions into each new scene smoothly). Then I knew five languages, and I was great with children. (rehihiheeeely? pfffffffffffffffff) This brings up the great question of why was I a kindergarten teacher? Well, apparently I had never thought about it, and I was like why am I a kindergarten teacher? I should go teach at a university now or something. So I left to go do that.
But then I was like hmmmm, if those kids turn out to be brats, they're already pretty much set in their ways and I can't do anything about it.
So I skipped an airplane ride (seriously, who wants to dream about that? yay for editing skills <3), came up into some random tourist spot, and got a red motorcycle. (It was hawt!!! I want one! ^^) Then proceeded to ride down through the gorgeous green scenery jumping streams and rivers and trying to figure out where Matthew lived again because he said if I needed a job or just wanted to hang out I should totally find him.
Weeeeeell, kinda rode past the place in the mountains his house was (he also lived either in the mountains by a place or on a road called Sister), so I was like, ehhhhh, whatever. I have a bike and this place is pretty. I'm just gonna keep going. There was a really gorgeous place I found that had three big random boulders and I was like YES. I will make my kingdom here and rule forever more.
Then there were also random people who were with me, but I ignored them as having been there the whole time.
But the problem with my new kingdom was poking out by one of the boulders. It was an antenna for a house. So I went up the hill, and low and behold, there was a bunch of freaking empty houses in a flat dirt field.
(The field! It's covered in blood!-what my mind automatically thought)
Kay. So the field of death from Watership Down turned into a bunch of houses, and then everyone died horribly. Somehow.... anyway, the point is, the spirits of the pets were stuck there because they had been abused or ignored or left behind or whathaveyou.
The first one I found was just a cute little old hound that just needed to be pet for awhile, and she passed on into the afterlife.
This led into thinking 'hey, while we're here, let's help as many as we can!' and the hound-ghost somehow left me a cleanly written list in a handwriting better than my own of ten animals in order of how disturbed they were. So I went to number one next door not knowing if it was the worst tempered or least tempered one.
Well, it looked almost like a junkyard dog, and it could totally talk. I was like, a dog-therapist, giving dog-therapy. To dog-ghosts. Ghost dogs.
Yup.
So I flattered it into giving me an audience, and then found out it had been pretty much kept in a closet all its life, and it's human's ghost came in to grab something. (it was some woman) And then I found out what had happened to it. These were the dog's exact words.
"You chose your man because when you died he would follow you to the grave. He did, but not before butchering 'fluffy' and the two kids."
And I woke up riiiiiiiiiiiiiight around then.
As an added bonus, this isn't the first time Matthew, like, Canada, had popped into a random sequence of dream. He also popped up yesterday? as my mermaid twin brother and we had to get away from a Darkray pokemon that was trying to kill us/mostly me. He was a faster swimmer, but I was the one who could fight with magic and we ended up saving each other's lives. But good grief, that water was foul!
I can totally breathe underwater in dreams sometimes.
What else.....
Ah yes, what's been up with me you ask? Well, I was getting freaked out because I had been having some sharp pains on my right side and had been feeling nauseas since Thursday. I was freaked out with my lack of knowledge of human anatomy, thinking it was my appendix and I was going to die. Nah, it's too high for that. It's like my gallbladder or liver or some other random organ.
That's okay. Those aren't as important. I won't randomly die from those exploding randomly. I think....
~lots of love and kisses for any cute orphaned dolphins orphaned by the tsunami or a shark,
San
That's the reaction my subconscious has had to the movie Watership Down. Not-nightmares, and bullshit.
Had a not-nightmare that I was in my house at night, and the freaky sun-thing Fritz was acting like the eye of Saron(one more letter and it's Sharon) and I guess if it's light touched you you would like, die or something. It wasn't really clear what would happen to you, just that you needed to avoid it. Then my mom was sitting in the bathroom and saying something about sitting in there with the cats to hide. F that. Really. I was going in there to get Tammy out of there, cause even though it's the only room in the house that could possibly protect from a freaky sun-creature, somehow I also knew that was the one room that bloody thing could send microwaves into the floor and walls to nuke whoever was in there. Like my cat. I got her out.
Then I went to my room, which yes, has a window in it. The Fritz-Saron red lightbeam thing crept into my room, and I was like whatever. I got hidden in the corner of my bed like behind it and the wall, which didn't really make sense cause my bed is a heap of mattresses (like the princess and the pea XD) and they're shoved into that same corner. Anyway, I don't think it saw me, but I woke up right then when it's uh eye-light got over the top of my head.
Guess Fritz wakes you up.
Lame.
Okey, next not-nightmare happened todayish sometimeish. (there was a bit of intro before it got to the part relating to the movie)
Starts out with wandering some bloody cave-thing as some kind of ritual-rite for some weird thing that doesn't exist and I'm not a part of. I was finding all the magical junk, some glowy crystals, and a bowl of 'the goddess' that looked like it was out of an Englishman's house and had instructions printed on it in several different languages including Turkish. Anyway, the sun-bowl, pretty much just made rainbows for your viewing pleasure outside but still nearby instead of ya know, glowing rainbows or starting fires, or something interesting.
Then there was a skeleton that was in a dangerous high pressure section of the cave with its knees and wrists tied together. My brother found that one. But after we got out, for some reason there was a kiddo that looked suspiciously like my evil icky step-cousin in a younger form. She was being a poop, and thusly got whoop. Spankings are good for children, especially when they don't get disciplined. Ever.
Anyway, as it turned out, this girl who was not my step-cousin followed by a woman who was not my step-relativething(she's weird, I don't claim she's family. or human.) Apparently, I was this kid's kindergarten teacher. And teachers are not supposed to beat and or discipline children. This is when she demanded for my qualifications to teach.
My subconscious bluntly told her that I had two master's degrees and was working on my third (for what? who even knows man. my dream-state is worse than some people's acid trips. especially because it's set up to make it seem like it should make total sense and transitions into each new scene smoothly). Then I knew five languages, and I was great with children. (rehihiheeeely? pfffffffffffffffff) This brings up the great question of why was I a kindergarten teacher? Well, apparently I had never thought about it, and I was like why am I a kindergarten teacher? I should go teach at a university now or something. So I left to go do that.
But then I was like hmmmm, if those kids turn out to be brats, they're already pretty much set in their ways and I can't do anything about it.
So I skipped an airplane ride (seriously, who wants to dream about that? yay for editing skills <3), came up into some random tourist spot, and got a red motorcycle. (It was hawt!!! I want one! ^^) Then proceeded to ride down through the gorgeous green scenery jumping streams and rivers and trying to figure out where Matthew lived again because he said if I needed a job or just wanted to hang out I should totally find him.
Weeeeeell, kinda rode past the place in the mountains his house was (he also lived either in the mountains by a place or on a road called Sister), so I was like, ehhhhh, whatever. I have a bike and this place is pretty. I'm just gonna keep going. There was a really gorgeous place I found that had three big random boulders and I was like YES. I will make my kingdom here and rule forever more.
Then there were also random people who were with me, but I ignored them as having been there the whole time.
But the problem with my new kingdom was poking out by one of the boulders. It was an antenna for a house. So I went up the hill, and low and behold, there was a bunch of freaking empty houses in a flat dirt field.
(The field! It's covered in blood!-what my mind automatically thought)
Kay. So the field of death from Watership Down turned into a bunch of houses, and then everyone died horribly. Somehow.... anyway, the point is, the spirits of the pets were stuck there because they had been abused or ignored or left behind or whathaveyou.
The first one I found was just a cute little old hound that just needed to be pet for awhile, and she passed on into the afterlife.
This led into thinking 'hey, while we're here, let's help as many as we can!' and the hound-ghost somehow left me a cleanly written list in a handwriting better than my own of ten animals in order of how disturbed they were. So I went to number one next door not knowing if it was the worst tempered or least tempered one.
Well, it looked almost like a junkyard dog, and it could totally talk. I was like, a dog-therapist, giving dog-therapy. To dog-ghosts. Ghost dogs.
Yup.
So I flattered it into giving me an audience, and then found out it had been pretty much kept in a closet all its life, and it's human's ghost came in to grab something. (it was some woman) And then I found out what had happened to it. These were the dog's exact words.
"You chose your man because when you died he would follow you to the grave. He did, but not before butchering 'fluffy' and the two kids."
And I woke up riiiiiiiiiiiiiight around then.
As an added bonus, this isn't the first time Matthew, like, Canada, had popped into a random sequence of dream. He also popped up yesterday? as my mermaid twin brother and we had to get away from a Darkray pokemon that was trying to kill us/mostly me. He was a faster swimmer, but I was the one who could fight with magic and we ended up saving each other's lives. But good grief, that water was foul!
I can totally breathe underwater in dreams sometimes.
What else.....
Ah yes, what's been up with me you ask? Well, I was getting freaked out because I had been having some sharp pains on my right side and had been feeling nauseas since Thursday. I was freaked out with my lack of knowledge of human anatomy, thinking it was my appendix and I was going to die. Nah, it's too high for that. It's like my gallbladder or liver or some other random organ.
That's okay. Those aren't as important. I won't randomly die from those exploding randomly. I think....
~lots of love and kisses for any cute orphaned dolphins orphaned by the tsunami or a shark,
San
Monday, March 28, 2011
More on strangers
Also, there was a bit I forgot about Russians. They came up too.
Like his aunt totally is Russian, like from Russian and stuff, not just Russian by blood. (I always have to specify that bit since we're like, in America, ya know?) So like, when she got pregnant with her first kiddo, she didn't want to tell anyone because she thought if the knowledge of it was spread out too far it would kill the baby. Then she also thought that if she cut her hair or fingernails, that she'd be depriving the baby of nutrients. Her husband won out on the fingernail part (Alvin: "Thank God." *shudder*), so she did cut those, but yowza. She apparently has like a master's degree in some kind of high brain function computer thing. So she's a brilliant person, just not a whole lot in the common sense department. That seems about how it goes with super smart people. Me? I prefer common sense.
On with something else that happened today. My friend Joey is in a wheelchair. He was gone for a week because he ripped something in his leg from jumping off a swing. (I knew that was dangerous as a kid!) And Eeann was going to be helping him around for the day. The only problem being, I have never had a friend in a wheelchair before. Never. So I was like "I want to steal Joey". Then I walked up while Eeann was in his locker, and walked off with Joey. It was silly because I didn't know where we were going, he's super-quiet and hard to hear, and then I thought we were going to room 314 because that's what I thought he said, but then he said we had to go back because he had to go to his locker. I still hadn't put together than he'd said his locker number, I thought he'd told me the room, which had confused me as '314? where's that?? and I was like "Is it on the right or the left?"
"Left." He wouldn't point to where he wanted to go, so I moseyed up to the lockers and was like "Is it here?" "No, it's farther down." So I went down a little farther (asking pardons for the people I was moving out of the way XD) and went back to the lockers. "Is it here??" He shook his head. He wouldn't even tell me where it was. I totally got him to his locker on the third try though. Then Eeann came and got him to bring him to class. That was good too, because I had no idea where to take him. He is very soft spoken. And I think he was amused by how blonde I really am.
Also kidnapped him again during lunch. (Josh helped! ^^) Then I was like do you want to be returned to your table now? and he was like *shrug*. I took it as a yes, because he wasn't going to say anything else. Took him back, his table was leaving, so I brought him back to my table. Then I was like, oh wait, you're in my next class. I know where you're going! *kidnaps* He needed to go to his locker. Eeann caught up with us in the hallway and took over again. Oh well. Kidnapping is amazingly fun. Joey's totally nonchalant about it too. I would have kidnapped him again after that hour, but when I asked him if it was too obvious he was going to get kidnapped and he said yes, I didn't. It's no fun if it isn't a surprise. For Eeann too. I'm going to trip him up with this.
I also wanted to kidnap him right after the assembly (I stole a cripple twice today!), but Eeann got him first again. I should have sneaked down during the assembly, and then gotten him out early. Then Eeann would have been like omigosh, where's Joey. (in guyer-y words than that, but still) The assembly was a total wash too. We just went to clap for some girl I don't know while her dad was doing a homevideo and some guy from the school newspaper took pictures of us clapping. (or not clapping. XD) All she did was sign a paper. Whoooooo. It'd be funnier if she forged someone else's signature and lied about her name. That'd be funny, because it'd be on camera.
Like his aunt totally is Russian, like from Russian and stuff, not just Russian by blood. (I always have to specify that bit since we're like, in America, ya know?) So like, when she got pregnant with her first kiddo, she didn't want to tell anyone because she thought if the knowledge of it was spread out too far it would kill the baby. Then she also thought that if she cut her hair or fingernails, that she'd be depriving the baby of nutrients. Her husband won out on the fingernail part (Alvin: "Thank God." *shudder*), so she did cut those, but yowza. She apparently has like a master's degree in some kind of high brain function computer thing. So she's a brilliant person, just not a whole lot in the common sense department. That seems about how it goes with super smart people. Me? I prefer common sense.
On with something else that happened today. My friend Joey is in a wheelchair. He was gone for a week because he ripped something in his leg from jumping off a swing. (I knew that was dangerous as a kid!) And Eeann was going to be helping him around for the day. The only problem being, I have never had a friend in a wheelchair before. Never. So I was like "I want to steal Joey". Then I walked up while Eeann was in his locker, and walked off with Joey. It was silly because I didn't know where we were going, he's super-quiet and hard to hear, and then I thought we were going to room 314 because that's what I thought he said, but then he said we had to go back because he had to go to his locker. I still hadn't put together than he'd said his locker number, I thought he'd told me the room, which had confused me as '314? where's that?? and I was like "Is it on the right or the left?"
"Left." He wouldn't point to where he wanted to go, so I moseyed up to the lockers and was like "Is it here?" "No, it's farther down." So I went down a little farther (asking pardons for the people I was moving out of the way XD) and went back to the lockers. "Is it here??" He shook his head. He wouldn't even tell me where it was. I totally got him to his locker on the third try though. Then Eeann came and got him to bring him to class. That was good too, because I had no idea where to take him. He is very soft spoken. And I think he was amused by how blonde I really am.
Also kidnapped him again during lunch. (Josh helped! ^^) Then I was like do you want to be returned to your table now? and he was like *shrug*. I took it as a yes, because he wasn't going to say anything else. Took him back, his table was leaving, so I brought him back to my table. Then I was like, oh wait, you're in my next class. I know where you're going! *kidnaps* He needed to go to his locker. Eeann caught up with us in the hallway and took over again. Oh well. Kidnapping is amazingly fun. Joey's totally nonchalant about it too. I would have kidnapped him again after that hour, but when I asked him if it was too obvious he was going to get kidnapped and he said yes, I didn't. It's no fun if it isn't a surprise. For Eeann too. I'm going to trip him up with this.
I also wanted to kidnap him right after the assembly (I stole a cripple twice today!), but Eeann got him first again. I should have sneaked down during the assembly, and then gotten him out early. Then Eeann would have been like omigosh, where's Joey. (in guyer-y words than that, but still) The assembly was a total wash too. We just went to clap for some girl I don't know while her dad was doing a homevideo and some guy from the school newspaper took pictures of us clapping. (or not clapping. XD) All she did was sign a paper. Whoooooo. It'd be funnier if she forged someone else's signature and lied about her name. That'd be funny, because it'd be on camera.
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