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.

I love talking to strangers.

Strangers are nice people most of the time. Whenever I feel like talking to one, they usually talk back and we're cool. Talked to some guy at the bank named Alvin. We were talking about our HSs, his old/my current. (It's on the driver's permit and it's a form of ID so, yeah.) Then I said I wanted to be a linguist he said he'd never heard anyone say that before. After saying what languages I wanted to learn, he was like "I'm sensing a kind'ave Nordic theme". No kidding. Norwegian and Icelandic are gorgeous languages. Then he asked if I was thinking about learning Finnish too. It's a maybe.

He grew up with a friend who was a Finn. Well, he was half Finnish, and his mom was full. So this dude Alvin got lectured on what a 'proper' sauna was because he questioned it. So now, I will pass on this knowledge.

1. It must be cold.

2. The sauna must be made of wood.

3. In order for it to be a real sauna, you shouldn't be wearing anything. Not even the usual towel. (Don't tell France!)

4. Then you need a juniper branch. To beat your back.... You're beating yourself with this switch, but because the heat makes it all limp and stuff, by the time you actually do use it it doesn't feel bad. (Cause heat can shut off the censors in your skin for pain is what I'm guessing happens too.)

5. The Finns pronounce sauna differently. I don't know what it really sounds like, but the closest Alvin got to it was sow-nah.

We both agreed both the Finns and the Swedes were just a little too comfortable with nudity. (The French too, but we left them out of the conversation.) By the by, the college counselor at my HS, Ms W, is totally like, his next door neighbor. Has been for years. Weird, neh?

That's about it. San over and out duckies!

YAAAAAAY!!!

I got to drive for the first time today! Well, I guess now it was yesterday, huh? But still! It was fun! And mildly horrifying! I couldn't get the hang of staying in the lines, then I kept trying to correct it but it made it worse so I was 'driving like a drunk' and swerving a little, but it was a-okay! Cause we were on a cow-road by the cows, so there weren't a bunch of people to run into! Or other cars. My mom cursed a whoooooooole lot during the adventure, and then she said we needed to look for a place to pull over. Before I knew it she screamed what I thought was the order to do so- and flick on the click click click thingy for the little arrow saying you're about to turn/merge or whatever it's called at the same time, then she screamed BREAK! BREAK!!!!

Then we stopped.

I was laughing maniacally through the WHOLE THING except for a short part in the middle I started singing Over the Hills and Faraway by Nightwish as Gleefully as meeeeeeeeeeeeee. Driving's really fun. We didn't die, and I didn't mess up the new windshield she got on Friday. I consider it a success.

The mother unit says I might be learning how to drive from my brother from now on.

Heh.

Oh yeah, and there was this yard sale down where my German lesson thingy is, and they had all these wooden weapons and cool looking things out! They had a wooden battleaxe! I was like, omg, I'd be just like Denmark! But they were packed up by the time I was out. It was lame..... but then I got to drive. Hehehehehe. ^^

/Kolkolkol

Tea-heh!

Not Tee-hee, tea-heh! Like yay tea! With a throaty HEH! in there. ^^

I'm writing the first chapter of my story instead of studying for German right now. I'll get to that when I'm done for the night and just not sleep. I can do it. I have coffee. And I haven't stayed up all night in awhile. (weirdness) but makes sense. I like sleep.

Guess who got her drivers' permit to-day~~~~~~~~, that's right, moi! I have the temporary paper one, and get to go yell at them in thirty days if they haven't sent me the real thing by then. Hooray!

Yay story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

I'm excited. It is getting done.

San out. Have a fun night. Don't get caught robbing a back of its delicious um, coats? Are coats delicious? I guess they are.... to goats. Goats eat random stuff. Goats would definitely eat delicious coats if you let them. Don't steal coats for your goats! And definitely don't get caught if you do it anyway!

......

random conflagration of stuff

Greenland or Hungary with Norway

Cute sneeze

Now! A random piece of a random fanfic.

Pkay, so one week, Peter was just giving Arthur hell for whatever reason. (It's cause Arthur's been being a jerk, that's why.) 

One Saturday, the older of the Kirklands got asked to go pub hopping with some of his friends. He was English, of course he was bloody going. Unfortunately, Peter told him he'd call the cops on him and tell them all kinds of things about his 'pirate' days and get him in all sorts of trouble if he didn't take him along too. 

Thing is, Arthur's a horrible role model and fake parent to his brother, so he agreed on the stipulation that Peter was to stay away from the group and keep in sight. 

That, coupled with not reading this sign, is how we find them bickering outside now. (Children left unattended playing by our bar will be given an expresso and a puppy.)

* * * * * *

"You're not keeping the dog."

"I am so keeping her. She's awesome!" 

"Peter, I swear, if you don't shut up and stop arguing I'm giving you to the next stranger we pass and going home alone!"

"Go ahead! They'll probably be better than you anyway, jerk!" Peter was half shaking from the expresso and was leading a little white puppy by a thin blue leash. "I'd willingly go with any stranger than to have to see your ugly face every day!" 

"Fine!" 

As it so happened, they rounded the corner, and although the rest of the street was pretty much empty of people walking, there was one guy just like right there. Arthur took Peter by the arm and walked up to the stranger purposefully. 

"Here! You take him home. He is no longer my brother." The Englishman stormed away, leaving a very shocked and confused man and his own irritated little brother behind. 

"Is he c`ming b`ck?" (is he coming back?) The man asked still staring after where the blond had disappeared still in the 'what just happened' state. 

"I don't even know anymore." Peter threw his hands up hopelessly. He was tired of arguing with Arthur, the jerk. His puppy was tired and sad from all the yelling, and just hung its head. All it wanted was sleep, and all he wanted was Arthur to get in his car and not come back. 

Then he heard the sound of their car starting up, and he ran over to see Arthur drive away without him. 

Peter froze, standing stolk still. He really was leaving him behind. One minute passed. And another four. No sign of Arthur. The stranger he left him with came up behind him and stood beside him. 

"He really left..."

"He'll come b`ck fer ya." The man said kindly, patting his head. Peter looked up at him and was impressed. Out of all the scary guys running around at night, Arthur managed to find one that looked like he killed people for a living. Course, Arthur had pretty much desensitized him to scariness since he had a stick stuck up there most of the time and was a jerk. 

"How do you know? Were you in on this?" Peter demanded, but he already knew the answer. The stranger just shook his head, and he sighed. "Yeah, I know. He actually ditched me with a random stranger. He always used to tell me he'd sell me to gypsies if I misbehaved, but he never had time for that. Hurray!" He cheered sarcastically and plopped down by the side of the road to wait. 

"`'ll wait with ya." (I'll wait with you.)

Peter just sat there with a set frown until an hour had passed and the expresso wore off. Then he was just a tired kid who'd been left behind. His new puppy sat beside him glumly. 

And the stranger, he waited with him there for two hours. 

"I don't think he's coming back." 

"It's l`te. I'll dr`ve ya h`me." (It's late. I'll drive ya home.)

"Okay." Peter agreed tiredly and got up. They walked to the stranger's car with was parked another street over, and he gave directions while the man drove. "I'm Peter." He said on the way.

"B`rwald." (Berwald!!! XD) 

Berwald pulled over to the curb in front of the kid's house so he could get out on the sidewalk and not have to walk in the street. That's when they heard something distinctly glass break in the house and shouting. Peter frowned.

"Oh great, Alfred's here."

"Th`y're f`ghtin." (They're fighting.)

"Yeah, and it's gonna end in sex. And I'll have to clean up all the junk they broke tomorrow." Peter frowned at the house. "Hey Berwald, could I spend the night at your house?" The man's blue eyes went the tiniest fraction wider which he'd kinda gotten to be like jaw on the floor from the guy. 

"Th`'t'd be k`dnappin." (That'd be kidnapping.)

"A little, yeah. But you'd be saving a kid from another tramatizing memory of hearing his brother and our neighbor have loud sex all night, and Arthur already pretty much gave his okay for you to take me home. He did ditch me you, that's like, reckless abandonment." The younger of the Kirklands was amazingly persuasive. (you had to be there, trust me, it was amazingly persuasive)

Berwald thought about it, and his face got a little bit more bunched up into his usual glare while he did. Bah, it was just his face. Everyone knew your face could get stuck like that if you frowned too much. 

"G`t school in the m`rning?" (Got school in the morning?)

"Uh huh."

"Gr`b yer b`ckpack `nd a overn`ght bag." (Grab your backpack and an overnight bag.) Basically, saying yes, but that he was still going to school in the morning.

"Yes! Thanks Berwald!" 

Berwald rested his head in his hand on the steering wheel. He wasn't so sure this was a good idea, but he didn't want to leave the kid to deal with that. The white puppy left sitting in the passenger seat looked up at him tiredly. Didn't want the puppy to deal with it either... Peter ran in and came back in about four minutes with everything he needed. He put the stuff in the back seat and scooped his puppy back up so he could reclaim the passenger seat. 

Peter claimed the guestroom, and Berwald made sure he brushed his teeth before he went to bed. He fed the puppy some leftover sausages and let it out back to do its business, and let it sleep in the guestroom with Peter. He also got the name of Peter's school so he could look up directions before tomorrow. 

It was the first time in over a month he wasn't late to school. 

Peter was talking to his friend Raivis all about it during lunch. 

"He made breakfast, and lunch for me, and woke me up early so I had time to do stuff instead of 'we have to leave NOW'." 

"Y-you s-shouldn't t-trust s-strangers." 

"AND," Peter said cutting in, ", he even gave me the number for his house phone so I can call him if my brother doesn't pick me up." Raivis tried to tell him it probably wasn't a good idea to call him, but Peter was already planning how to slowly break it to the man that he'd claimed the guestroom as his own, and he was now his papa. 

And more pictures!

Riddle me this

Have you joined the Swedish Pirate Party yet?

Nighttime rocks

I really like being up at night because that means I don't have to deal with the humans in my house. Spike, Tammy, and Cory are way better company and conversationalists. The two cats look really alike, so I've been irritating them calling them sisters. They're really smart, and don't like being referred to as such.

Spike and I usually go out for about an hour in the morning. I'm fine with going as early as three some mornings, but others, like today, are a no. We have coyotes in our area, and they do come and walk the neighborhood sometimes. So going out right before the moon is totally full isn't a good idea. I think I'll wait until about five or so.

Yay avoiding the wolf's moon. Coyotes like to hunt by that too, right?

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!!!

I ran out and got a box of red hair dye and went red last night in honor of the occasion. Never dyed my hair before, it didn't turn out too bad. I like it. ^^ (whoooo, I'm a soulless ginger. bewaaaaaare) It's not like my cousin or my sister in law's. Their's is really bright and ya know, natural. It's cool though.

Don't forget to wear green!!!

3/14 was my official unbirthday! Kayla made cupcakes for the class and they sang the birthday song to me. Hers was sometime in the winter; I made her cupcakes when it wasn't her real birthday either. Today is Dani's unbirthday, she's like, super Irish, and it's an Irish holiday.

Everyone else we haven't decided on. We'll just surprise them randomly.

Hurray! Patrick brought Christianity to Ireland and his first church there was a barn! And somewhere along the lines he drove out all the snakes too. Now we drink to that. Non-alcoholic things (the younger of us who aren't in a very Irish/German sort of family setting like moi), but we drink nonetheless. Viva la Resistance! XD

That last part was random. Happy St. Patrick's day!!

My Day

Failed a German test. (8.25/10 is failing, because it's always 10 with 5 possible extra credit) XP

Found a Scotty dog. He is so ubydooby adorable. Yes he is. He was wandering around down South, so I checked a couple houses, really just two, and the second house took him. The first weren't home. The second wasn't his owner, it was a vet who could take it to her clinic and scan him for a chip because he didn't have tags. He was just this little black guy who was excited to see everyone and gave me puppy eyes saying 'you're leaving me?'. He was definitely a lapdog. He was cute though.

Had some delicious pasta. It was okay, not delicious, but still okay.

And we're all waiting for more reports from Japan. Let's pray for these guys because we don't know how bad it is yet. (reports so far say very. lots of dead)

Fem China found!

This picture is off of pandafix.com

This woman is taking care of sixteen baby pandas. SIXTEEN. Sure they're endangered, but why would you want that many babies? Let someone help you! (good job saving the planet one baby panda at a time. or no, my mistake. sixteen baby pandas at a time.)

I used to be a bear you know.

Really, I did bear-stuff. Baby-bear stuff to be more specific. When I was little I was obsessed with climbing trees. Only problem, the only trees around were the ash tree(which is only good for climbing if you're taller than a twerp), and the aspens which grew in clumps of four and five out front.

I picked the aspens.

One day when I wasn't being watched, I climbed those aspens. Got twenty feet or so off the ground, was very pleased with myself, and then realized I didn't know how to get back down. (yeah real baby bears can get down, but I was always told they couldn't. otherwise they'd be there forever though, so I'm sure they can get down.)

Some random guy had to get me down because I wouldn't move and my mom wouldn't do anything but try and coax me down. Didn't work.

Thank you random stranger. If not for you, I might very well still be stuck in that tree.

Switzerland???????

I just got a letter from a college in Switzerland!
SWITZERLAND!

...it looks really good too. Franklin University. (It's in Switzerland!!!!!!)

It has French and Italian, and basically German's one of the big languages there, so to practice that you just have to go outside, find some strangers, talk to them. But um... the difference between Swiss-German and regular German are pretty much the difference between Norwegian and Danish, with more differences? (sorry from sounding as unread as possible in relating them) You might be able to understand each other if you speak really slooooowly and clearly, but there are some different words, grammar, and pronunciations.

If I go, I think I would be entering as a junior. They want you to complete at least one, preferably two years of college beforehand, then they look at everything. They want your grades and test scores from high school, they want the same from college, then you need three letters of recommendation from teachers, and a report from the councilor at the college.

Not Manly

Just a short moment out of last Sunday. Me and Spike decided to go exploring, and on the way back home, there was this guy walking a beagle puppy. So Spike starting huffing 'I wanna play with you, I want to chew on your neck, you're so tiny are you a toy?' to his credit, he didn't bark. (Spike's actually really good with other dogs, he just acts like he's going to eat them.) He basically got up on his back feet and I was dragging him away without too much trouble. He just does that sometimes.

Thing was, the guy, who was around 20ish kinda built like my brother, was slightly being dragged forward by the beagle puppy. ... I don't know whether I should think back on the moment and laugh, or decide he was too distracted by the giant dog standing on its hind legs and leaning all its weight into going towards him and the puppy and was being dragged away by some chick. Just sayin... sure he might have been crippled in some way, but he wasn't using a cane, there were no casts or signs of illness I could see, soooooo.

Not too manly dude.

Financial consultants

That was what the whole lecture on marriage and how 70% of divorce was caused by something financially as the listed reason. Chris hadn't been too informed about how it was going to go or what it was really going to be about. So I attended a pep rally for financial consultants in a new business that was only started last year.

Wasn;t too bored, they were loud and into what they were saying. But if I hear 'Right?' come out of your mouth at the end of every sentence you speak, I will not enjoy your company. Good grief, there were five or six speakers, and about four of them spoke in that fashion. I guess it was a good experience and glad I went to it, but still, could have had better timing. I'm nearing the 24 hour mark for being awake and kept randomly closing my eyes and blacking out for small portions of time during the lecture and jerking away whenever I started to fall over. It was business casual so I had to change before going.

I got to see Megamind. It was pretty good. A bit too much romance for my taste, but good. Hurray for the dollar theater.

Prideful

I am today. Instead of going to sleep or playing around or writing more of my story, I went out to start unearthing my truck. Spring break is this month, I'm going to get my learner's permit, so I would like my truck out where I can use it.

Six feet of crap on it, but turned out a lot of it was weirdly placed cardboard to take up space. Did get a nasty surprise when I found out there was stuff inside the truck too.

I filled up the trashcan.

Good thing tomorrow's trash day.


Weird crap I found:

Trail mix

plastic cutlery

regular cutlery

a plate

random bags of trash

random bags of trash with change in them

about 4 dollars in change o.o *puts in the ashtray/keydrawer thing for future*

a lighter

tweezers

a metal egg-timer made in the USA from sometime before the 80s.

Good grief there was so much trash. There's still broken glass in the bed of the truck from where the back window shattered due to the engine going through it.

When I announced I was going to clean it, my mom actually tried to protest. "But, what if you don't have a B average by spring break?" and then some other weak argument trying to keep me from going out and trying to clean it. Don't care. It's getting done whether she wants to whine or cry about it.

Speaking of which, I need a name for my truck. I'm thinking Dashkin. (Check out Bitey's Castle.)

Chris came over today

I showed him France's bloodbath video and how to not get your but kicked by the police. I honestly did warn the adults they would not enjoy the contents of the videos and to get out of the room. (because the computer is in the dining room) They did not listen, they now regret it. I am internally laughing at them. Very very loudly and a lot. Eat. France's. Bloodbath.

It's a great song. very creative and accents the character perfectly. Just they don't watch Hetalia and it's alright for them to talk about crap, they just won't listen to it in return. I'm cool with that. It'd be creepier if they did like it. (which yes, the creeper seemed to enjoy it at points. freaking creeper)

Later this month is spring break. I am going to be going to get my learners' permit at this time, whether if it's with a friend (if that's the time she's going to) or if it's demanding my brother or some other person to take me. That means I get to clean off six feet of crap off my truck and get some Joe out here to put its guts back inside of it and then get it toted down to have its back window replaced (its former engine went through it) then get it registered and get insurance and whatnot.

..... Good Will and Trash Day will very much be my friends this month. Very much.

One of the things I'm debating on actually keeping is a wooden cradle. It's broken, I could fix it no problem if I felt like it. Not planning on getting married or having children, but it'd be pretty spiffy to have on the off chance I do. Just saying, if I get married, the guy would have to be downright amazing. Not pretty amazing, amazing to the core amazing. The rest I have no attachment to or use for.

Tammy's glaring at me. I guess I gotta feed the cats.

Creeper

Basically all of yall know my mother's husband is one, right? (he's not a dad in any form, just her husband)

Well, other than being just as full of rage as she is, he's flat out just creepy most of the time. She told me he's been recently out of sorts and distracted, and I piped up with 'murderers generally go through that before they kill people'. I've been pretty much expecting to have to tear his throat out with my teeth or something since they got married, because I'm an overprotective soul and he was worse/still is the same as back then. Used to try and pick me up and drag me to church (literally) to go hang out with all the people who were indifferent of me and I of them. We're still indifferent of each other. Broke down a door when I didn't want to go to school one day in the seventh or eight grade. (no freaking clue, middle school is kinda blended together in my brain). It wasn't even that day, but one day after being drug out to go to school (ever drag a cat by the scruff of the neck out from under a couch? same basic principle), I flat out walked away from the school and hung out under a tree with a dead hawk that had apparently died just in the early morning. (fresh dead doesn't smell) Looked like it'd crashed into the tree and broken its neck. Poor thing, I named it Vincent. Anyway, about the creeper. I've already told this to Dani sometime awhile back, not too sure who else was there, but I'm bringing it up again because it's f-ing creepy.

There is a bloody homemade DVD disk taped to the underside of the computer desk. I told Dani I thought it was porn. I still think it's porn and I don't want to look at it. I'm giving it until tomorrow night. If it isn't gone by then I'm either looking at it or flat out throwing it away. Who knows? If it's really bad I could give it to the cops or something. Freaking creeper.

Let's have a vote, who says it's porn and should be immediately discarded, or I should check it before I chuck it?

Me and Dani say porn- 2 votes for chucking it.

A Happy -late- Bloodbath to you all

It's what Hetalia calls Christmas since France goes around being France during that time of the year taking pictures of everyone. Here's a fan-made video of the Twelve Days of Christmas France-Bloodbath style. (rated PG-14 by the creator, for no pants in places and general France-ness.) Enjoy! (get your kids out of the room before you watch this if they are under 14. seriously)