Ramble

Yeah so... wasn't that quite a blog post? I'm afraid I was a little hyper. At least that's my excuse...

Anyway, how's life? Yeah, I know, a blog post a day is a little much, but you must understand. I have no life. This blog and facebook are my only connections to the outside world. This is probably the most entertaining thing I do all day. Well, except sleeping. That's always exciting. I have very vivid dreams. Not nightmares, normally, just dreams that seem to really follow a storyline, as though they were a movie playing in my head. I can never tell when the imagining stops and the dreaming begins, though.

ANYWAY, to the point of this blog post... aaah so, yeah... there might not actually be one. But who reads this blog? Not many people. So you can't tell me that my blogs have to have a point or not, because you're not the boss of me. So there. xP I don't know how that'll show up in this font... I love emoticons. They became popular long before I figured out what they were. Once I was just sitting there playing World of Warcraft and my sister said something to me, "blah blah blah female orc blah blah blah, :P" At this point, I was so frustrated with the increasing frequency of these strange combinations of letters and punctuation that I exploded. "WHAT DOES THAT MEEEEEAN?????" I said. Then she explained it to me, and I have been enchanted ever since. *.* That's my enchanted face, by the way.

I don't play World of Warcraft anymore. I used to really like it, mostly because it was the only computer game I played (if you don't count Barbie and the Horse Princess or whatever). But one day I was in Westfall, and this guy came up to me and offered to run me through the Deadmines. At this time I was nine. Anyway, I didn't know this person so I said "I suppose." And this guy flipped out and was all like "fine you can just go blah blah blah and be a jerk" while I was still trying to figure out how to spell "that would be great thanks." I went off and cried like the nine year old that I was. And I never made it to any instance. That's not why I left of course. I didn't leave immediately after that, either. I just started to realize how much I hated dealing with people over the internet, and how there were so many jerks on there, and how this game seemed more important to my brother, my father, and my sister than spending time with me. That was about when I started hating the game itself.

But now everybody hates it so it's all good. I feel vindicated.

Okay so that may not be the right word.

Why am I still writing? I should go and actually interact with people. Bye bye!

Bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies...

Just sitting here thinking to myself... about bunnies. I love bunnies. I adore bunnies. I draw them so much that one would think I worship bunnies. I just think they're the very epitome of coolness and cuteness! I would share some photos of my drawings of bunnies but I'm afraid I don't have any right now. So you'll just have to suffer without the pleasure of seeing my drawings of bunnies. Bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies I LOVE BUNNIES. Except I don't have the dexterity to write "bunnies" many more times.

Okay so maybe I'm a little obsessive. I prefer to think of it as processive. (Chrome tells me that's not a word.) In order for my brain to process something, I have to think about it a lot. Like all those other times before... with hamsters and American Eagle and ponchos and Owl City and the Legend of Zelda and art classes and heaps more that I can't remember-- I would think about these things an awful lot in order for them to find a solid position in my life. Like Mumford and Sons just recently, (I'm really having to push myself to listen to something else.) I think about it until I get tired of it and then it becomes something I moderately love or like or think about.

This isn't making sense... Darn. Anyway, I love bunnies and I'm drawing them a lot. Not real live-looking bunnies, but like, cartoony ones. My sad bunnies can make my sister cry. Hold on, I'm gonna come back with pictures...

Eesh that's a bunny overdose. Please ignore the song lyrics that accompany some of them...

Mumford and Sons

Okay, so I don't know about you, but I'm in love with Mumford and Sons. It was like whenever people ask other people, "How did you meet your spouse?" and the other person is embarrassed because it's so unromantic to meet your one true love on a dating site, but that's the truth of it. Well, the truth of it is, I met Mumford and Sons on Pandora. I know, it's so unreliable for meeting nice music. But, well, it was like fate...

I was just sitting there listening to my Marina and the Diamonds station and I was in one of those moods where you just skip all the music you don't know, and-- to think, I almost missed out on such a great band!-- Little Lion Man came on. I had heard the band name before, but never heard any songs, so I thought, "What the heck?" and listened to it. It didn't really stick with me though. But when White Blank Page came on I loved it! I thought it was by someone named Peter Bradley Adams when I looked it up later though, so I was a little lost, but then I actually found it and all of Mumford and Sons' music. This is when the actual falling in love occurred, on a wonderful first date in YouTubeland...

So yeah. That's exactly how it went down. And now I'm completely and totally obsessing and listening to The Cave, Little Lion Man, Winter Winds, and White Blank Page over... and over... and over... and over...x200 and one more time again as I prepare for bed and write a quick blog post about them. I also tried to learn Little Lion Man on piano, but you can't rush these things.

Well I guess I'll see you whenever. Probably tomorrow, I find that I like blogging.

Wow. I just picked up my pen cup and had trouble realizing where my coffee had gone...

Painting Birds

Why did I start a blog in the first place? Whatever possessed me to embarrass myself on the internet once again? I think it has something to do with my pathological need to put forth my opinions on the internet, even though no one really cares. I mean, there were a few people who liked my vlog. And I'm sure there's someone out there who cares what's going on in my life. But I....... Am I making sense? When I'm in therapy I'm constantly having to stop and ask my counselor if I'm making sense. Sometimes I think she just says yes to make me feel better. I'm bored with this line of thought anyway.

Why does my blog want to know my location? That's really creepy. What if I had a stalker, and I posted my location, what then? He or she (you never know) might find me and kill me! EEEEEK!!!

What did I do today, you ask. Well I'll tell you. I slept until three o'clock and then got up and helped my sister get ready for her dance. Turns out she didn't really need my help. After she left, my mom and my grandmother and I went to see The Vow, but it was sold out, so we came home. My mom wanted us to watch a movie, but I was all like "I don't love you enough to spend time with you, go away, I'm gonna paint" and she was all like "okay."

Okay, so that's not exactly how it went down... But I did end up painting. Here, behold...

Okay, so, not that great quality. What I need is a scanner, but I'm not allowed to use ours. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Or not... whatever. Okay now I'm gonna go be a brooding depressed teenager and listen to music. See you!