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This past week has been a blur of screaming and singing and awesomeness. June 19, 2010

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I. Haven’t. Blogged. In. Ages. Excuse time!

I’ve been at YTU. That is my excuse. YTU, as I may have told you before, is this fantastically wonderful summer theater camp at out local university. There’s always a pre-teen session, in June, and a teen session, in July.

This year, I’m doing BOTH. And I have some pretty thrilling schedules.


In this session, you have one company, who you do plays with, and two electives.

Company: Shakespeare.

Morning Elective: Stage Combat.

Afternoon Elective: Contemporary Musical Theater Dance Ensemble.


In teen session, there are A days and B days.

Company: Shakespeare. Again.

A Day:

Morning Elective: Voice and Speech for Actors (this was a mandatory class).

Afternoon Elective: Glee Musical Theater.

B Day:

Morning Elective: Acting for Film and TV.

Afternoon Elective: Stage Makeup.

YAAAAAY! So for the past week, I’ve been in pre-teen session, which lasts for two more weeks. I’ve been wanting to blog, but every single moment I haven’t been at YTU, from 3:30 in the afternoon until I go back in the morning, at 9:00 in the morning, all I’ve wanted to do is sleep and watch movies and read The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, which I’m currently reading and is spectacularly hilarious.

Now it’s the weekend, so I have some relaxation time. Also, some time to practice my lines.

In Shakespeare company, we’re doing a sort of mashup of Romeo and Juliet and Macbeth. I got my parts yesterday, and it turns out I’m playing a Sargent, Mercutio, and King Lear, who has a guest appearance doing his “Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks” speech. It’s gonna be a weird yet effing awesome play.

Our company’s teacher’s name is Ben. I saw him in a production of The Taming of the Shrew a while ago, so it still feels like he’s sorta famous, and he has the most hilarious facial hair ever. I miss my old Shakespeare teacher, Anna, who was either freaking awesome or freaking evil and scary depending on your perspective (most people thought she was scary and mean, but she ruled), but Ben is super cool, too.

We’ve learned an effload of stuff in Stage Combat so far, and on Monday we start learning some sword fighting stuff. Our teacher’s name is Joe and our assistant teacher’s name is Alejandro. Joe and Alejandro are both super nice and really good at stage combat. I’ll post a funny story about that class later.

Contemporary Musical Theater Dance Ensemble is so so so so fun. We’re learning four songs from Seussical the Musical, and we start choreographing on Monday, which is scary, because I’m bad at dancing, but it’ll be fun!

Our teacher, Steve, is sort of a psycho, but he’s really great. He’s trained in opera and he has a fantastic voice, and he REALLY! LIKES! YELLING!

In pre-teen YTU, every class has a teen aide, which is basically just a kid from teen session who helps the teachers. The teen aide for out company and Stage Combat is named Ally, and she’s so super awesome it’s not even funny. My musical theater class’s teen aide is named Katryna, and she’s currently probably one of my favorite teen aides.

On that note: the other day, Thea told Ally that she would make Ally a badge that says “Best Teen Aide Ever!” on it. Ally laughed and said thanks, and if we did that, she should do something nice for us.

Thusly, she came up with an idea. If we completed three or four challenges, she would come to YTU one day wearing a snuggie. All. Day. Snuggie all day.

The first challenge she gave us is to make an all-class music video to a song of our choice. And we are so going to do it.

Awesome: Glee, which I started watching, but please, no spoilers. Also, does anyone know where I can get the second half of season one and all of season two? That would be greatly appreciated.

Unawesome: I have a mosquito bite.


This Has Happened Before March 29, 2010

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Oh hey! I haven’t blogged in ages!

Guess what? I may have just submitted a comment to Ask the Bloggess pretending to be Kara Thrace. Possibly.

Also: Caprica Caprica Caprica FRAK. *spoiler alert*

I watched the season finale of Caprica the other day, and let me just say: Syfy channel, if you do not bring Caprica back for Season Two, I will personally cut off all your balls.

Seriously. Okay. I’m making a list of things I thought about the last episode of Caprica (which was brilliant, just freakin’ cliffhangery!)

-Philomon. You just HAD to frakking kill the only person I liked on that show, didn’t you? JERKS. I was all, “Awwww!” ’cause I was all happy and I thought he loved Zoe even if she was a robot, but then he alerted security which sucked, but honestly, a robot just said it was his girlfriend, so I don’t really blame him. But THEN. Zoe just had to frakkin’ kill him? *sigh*

-I am not accepting that Amanda is dead until I see her dead body. Also, the Caprican (yes, I read the Caprican) said that “Police and rescue workers are still searching for Dr. Amanda Graystone,” so I’m pretty sure they’re gonna be all, “BAM! Not dead! Heh heh heh!” ’cause that’s the kind of thing the Powers that Be do.

-Poor, poor Lacy. She’s now my favorite character since Philomon died. That poor thing. She is one devoted friend.

-Least favorite character: Barnabas. I used to hate Clarice more than anyone on that show, but Barnabas is creepertastic and scary as all get out.

-Keean. Kian? Kean? How the frak do you spell that? Anyway, Lacy’s boyfriendishthing. Ewwww. Evil, bomb-making rascal. I never trusted him.

-Oh no! Joseph’s dead! Well… in New Cap City, anyway.

-I totally thought, part way through the episode, that Philomon would figure out that Rachel was Zoe and the Cylon, and then he would freak out and go on a killing spree and murder everyone on the show. Evidently not.

So those are my thoughts on Caprica. I can has moar Caprica nao plz?

I don’t know if you know, but there’s this website called omegle.com where you go on and you can type-chat with a random stranger that they just connect you to, and I’ve never tried it. It just sounded kinda scary (I mean, their freakin’ tagline is “Talk to Strangers!”), but today I had a bit of an evil idea.

So I went to Omegle and started chatting with random people while pretending I was Leoben Conoy. Don’t worry, Mum, I wasn’t giving away my personal information, I was giving away Leoben’s. Clever, huh? I partly thought up things to say on my own, and partly borrowed some from the episode “Flesh and Blood” where Starbuck interrogates Leoben (thanks, twiztv.com). I got some weirdos wanting to show me their junk (how do you do that on text-chat, anyway?) but I Leoben-style out-creepered them. Leoben can out-creeper anyone. Here are some gems:

You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Stranger: but all I feel is STRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGE

You: he difference between you and me is, I know what that means and you don’t. I know that I’m more than this body, more than this consciousness. A part of me swims in the stream but in truth, I’m standing o n the shore the current never takes me downstream.

Stranger: …right.. :LL:

Stranger: well hi !

You: God is watching you, stranger

Stranger: :L am guessing your religious?

You: brb

Stranger: okay cok

Stranger: *coke

You: Am I? I see the truths that float past you in the stream.

Stranger: whaaaa?

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Me: (thinking) Good Lord, these people are illiterate as frak!

You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Stranger: hi

You: t he difference between you and me is, I know what that means and you don’t. I know that I’m more than this body, more than this consciousness. A part of me swims in the stream but in truth, I’m standing o n the shore the current never takes me downstream.

Stranger: thats cool:

Stranger: .

You: Am I? I see the truths that float past you in the stream.

Stranger: no

Stranger: you dont

Stranger: !!!

You: I have a soul. I see patterns. I know you, you’re damaged.

Stranger: you are wierd

You: I have something to tell you.

Stranger: lovl

Stranger: ok

You: All this has happened before, and all of it will happen again.

Stranger: ok

Stranger: hi

Stranger: ok

You: You have to deliver my soul unto god. Do it for me. It’s your destiny, and mine. And I told you I had a surprise for you. Are you ready? You’re gonna find Kobol, birthplace of us all. Kobol will lead you to Earth. This is my gift to you, Stranger.

Stranger: are you some kind of priest

Stranger: ???

You: brb

Stranger: ok

You: To know the face of god is to know madness. I see the universe. I see the patterns. I see the foreshadowing that precedes every moment of every day. It’s all there, I see it and you don’t. And I have a surprise for you. I have something to tell you about the future.

Stranger: ok

Stranger: ok

Stranger: ok

You: You like oks quite a bit, don’t you, Stranger?

Stranger: no

Stranger: f/m

Stranger: ??

Stranger: ?

You: You are a confusing little person. I will pray for you.

Stranger: ok

Stranger: gay

Stranger: abomanation

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Stranger: hi

You: What is your name?

Stranger: whats yours?

Stranger: 😛

You: Leoben Conoy. You?

Stranger: riley grimm

You: You have to deliver my soul unto god. Do it for me. It’s your destiny, and mine.

Stranger: how do i do that?

You: To know the face of god is to know madness. I see the universe. I see the patterns. I see the foreshadowing that precedes every moment of every day. It’s all there, I see it and you don’t. And I have a surprise for you. I have something to tell you about the future.

Stranger: what?

Stranger: that im going to disconnect?

Stranger: good guess

You: Good bye.

Your conversational partner has disconnected

Stranger: i’m 17 m…i want show myself if u are interested

You: You have to deliver my soul unto god. Do it for me. It’s your destiny, and mine.

Your conversational partner has disconnected

You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: Hello.

Stranger: hi

You: What is your name?

Stranger: Pat

Stranger: you?

You: Leoben Conoy.

Stranger: Good name.

You: Now who’s lying? These things happen for a reason, don’t they? I’m looking forward to spending a little bit more time with you, Starbuck we have a lot to talk about ! It’s gonna be fun.

You have disconnected.

You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: Hello.

You: What is your name?

Stranger: Hey. Asl?

Stranger: rachel. whats yours?

You: Leoben.

You: These things happen for a reason, don’t they? I’m looking forward to spending a little bit more time with you, Rachel, we have a lot to talk about ! It’s gonna be fun.

Stranger: yes i know

You: God loves you, Rachel. I have seen it in the stream.

Stranger: oh alrightt

You: You have to deliver my soul unto god. Do it for me. It’s your destiny, and mine.

Stranger: ok

You: See, the difference between you and me is, I know what that means and you don’t. I know that I’m more than this body, more than this consciousness. A part of me swims in the stream but in truth, I’m standing o n the shore the current never takes me downstream.

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Ahahahaha. I am *such* a nerd.

Awesome: Creeping out strangers under the guise of a fictional character.

Unawesome: Headaches. Blechk.

Word of the Day: Lollygag. What the freak is with that word, anyway? I suppose if you’re gagging on a lollipop you’d sort of lag.


Virtual Birthday Presents. You’re freaking welcome. March 19, 2010

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Hola! Happy Belated St. Patrick’s Day! My Patrick’s Day was super awesome. I was all types of decked out in green. I had my Draco and the Malfoys shirt, I had one green sock, I had pants with green stripes on them, I had a green fuzzy ponytail holder, I had green frakking underwear. Green. Underwear. No lie.

Also, St. Patrick’s Day was the birthday of the lovely and marvelous Maria, who I’ve probably talked about here, and the birthday of my fabulous friends Ben and Alex, who probably wouldn’t appreciate being called lovely. Or fabulous, for that matter. They’re not into fabulousness and sparkles and loveliness the way I am. They’re more masculine, I suppose. Also, yesterday was the birthday of the glorious and sparkly Ruth (who’s not actually sparkly, but whatever)! Anyway. Happy Birthday, guys! Not that it matters, ’cause I don’t think Maria or Ben or Alex or Ruth reads this. XD But in case they are, here you go. Knitting! Puppies! Bunny rabbits! Hot cocoa! (Those were for Maria.) War! Football! Pharaonic Egypt! Physics! (Those were for Ben and Alex.) Puppies! Harry Potter! Nymphadora Tonks! Magic! (Those were for Ruth.) You’re welcome. That was my birthday present to you, marvelous friends. You’re welcome. I love you, little dragons. Now I will resume.

Oooh, and Livestream! I had my second ever Livestream experience on Wednesday night for JFF’s Midnight Tweet! It was very fun, and Danii and Cryssy and Matt and a bunch of wonderful people were there who I got to talk with, and I had fun scream-typing stuff about haggis tacos while everyone puked. And Justin was fantasmical, as usual! I only wish he could have really been there, so I could’ve had a Magic Hug of Wonder.

I finished re-reading the Uglies series as well as Extras, which was, as always, amazing. Scott Westerfeld, you are sort of my hero. One of them. I have a lot of heroes.

Sigh. Quick question. Why the freak hasn’t anyone created hoverboards? Seriously! They would be the best thing EVER! I mean, how hard would it be to install a magnetic grid under the streets everywhere? Psssh. I should just engineer the destruction of humanity. Then people would start inventing. Wow. Sorry. I’ve been reading too much Westerfeld. /rant

In other news, I went to get my freakin’ messed up knees checked out, and I have tibial torsion, which is basically twisted bones. That sounds a lot worse than it actually is. It still hurts, though, so they’re putting me through physical therapy, which I was kind of scared about, but Mum said it’s not bad. For some reason I was picturing Special Circumstances agents watching me, like, run in a giant hamster wheel or something, which is weird, because there’s like, no human testing in Uglies. Huh.

Anyway, I have to go, ’cause Thea and I are going to go see Sherlock Holmes, possibly with Ruth.

Awesome: I’m very excited for Ruth’s birthday party tomorrow, which will be awesome and I’ll tell you about it later!

Unawesome: Overpriced movie theater food. I mean, the food is awesome, the prices are not.

Word of the Day: BSGWithdrawal. Haha. Just kidding. But I seriously need me some Battlestar to keep me sane.


Come Stay in Daisy’s Basement During the Nuclear Zombie Holocaust! March 15, 2010

Oh hey! It’s me, Daisy! Did you forget who I was? I know, I know, I haven’t blogged since Monday. But there’s been stuff going on. Stuff like, you know, the time change.

The time change has always confused me. It sort of reminds me of Dragon Tales. Have you ever watched that show? ‘Cause it’s totally awesome. Anyway. It reminds me of how whenever Max and Emmy go into Dragonland (was that what it was called? Dragonland?), no time would pass in the real world. They’d like, come back, and their mom would be all, “Max! Emmy! It’s time for soccer practice!” or whatever, and they’d be all, “YES! I can play with dragons and make it back in time for soccer practice.” Sometimes I wish I lived in Dragonland.

Anywhoooo. I’m reading this frakking hilarious story from the fifties called Fifteen by Beverly Cleary, and let me tell you, this is some funny crap. Here’s the passage written on the back:

“Stan hesitated. ‘I know this is probaly sort of sudden,’ he said. ‘But I was wondering if you would care to go to the movies with me tomorrow night.’

“Jane fought to keep her voice calm. She couldn’t be tied to her mother’s apron strings forever, could she? She had a right to accept a date with a perfectly nice boy. Besides, she was practically sixteen, wasn’t she?

“‘I would love to go,’ said Jane.

“So begins a new phase of Jane’s life-filled with the breathless excitement and shattering ups and downs that come to every girl’s young heart.”

*teeeheeeheeeheee* I don’t know why this book is so hilarious, but it is. The entire second page is pretty much Jane wishing she could wear cashmere sweaters as effortlessly as Marcy, a girl from her school who goes on dates with boys and has a boyfriend who drives a car.

I am so easily amused.

In other news, the season finale of Archer, the only show I watch aside from Battlestar and Caprica, is airing this week, which is saddening. I hope it comes back for a second season, because this show makes me laugh so hard I have to pee.

So nothing much is new with me. A few months ago, Thea and Gus and I decided to get together a group of our friends (Lila, Ruth, Thea H., and Emily; not opposed to other people, just it’s a group that we usually hang out with) and make short film versions of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, so I started fiddling with some scripts. This is so happening. It’s not part of Script Frenzy, though. That’s next month, and I have absolutely no idea what I’m writing for that. Ideas?

Anyway. Tonight, Mum and I are planning on playing the Wii Fit together (because if there’s one thing I love, it’s watching my mother flap like a chicken while balanced precariously on a white slab of plastic) and watching The Woman King, which is the one episode of Battlestar she’s never ever watched, which is a shame, because it’s a good episode and it has three of her favorite plot points: 1. Medical mysteries, 2. Murder, and 3. Shirtless and honorable Karl Agathon. I’m excited!

I was just trying to help Thea understand that one day robots will rebel and kill us all and so she didn’t have to worry about Miles being a jerk to her, but she totally didn’t understand, and it sounded like I was some kind of paranoid “Jesus-will-save-us-all-and-there-will-be-a-reckoning-and-the-bad-people-will-get-sent-straight-to-hell” people (who, for the record, I am not dissing), so one fail point for me. XD Also, a while ago, she made this penny castle:

and Miles was making fun of her for it, and I told her that in the Nuclear Zombie Holocaust she should take it with her everywhere because it’s a bonking weapon and also she could just break off a chunk of it like a frakking slab of Ramen and use it for money. Would currency even exist in the Nuclear Zombie Holocaust? I don’t know, and I don’t think I’ll have to because I’ll be holed up in my basement with all of my friends including Cryssy from St. Louis who’ll have to fly out in a plane full of zombies, but she’ll make it ’cause she’s awesome, and we’ll all be drinking Gatorade and slurping canned soup and having a grand frakking zombieless time. So the moral? Thea should still bring that when she comes to live in my basement because you never freaking know.

Awesome: geekytattoos.com There’s a couple in there who got Kara and Sam’s matching arm tattoos, which is totally awesome except I’m pretty sure that would doom any relationship.

Unawesome: The fact that my feet are sort of asleep.

P.S. Oh, crap. My title kind of makes it sound like anyone can stay in my basement, which isn’t true. I have to have valid proof that you’re a human and not a zombie infiltrator.

P.P.S. Dear Girl-Who-Commented-On-My-Chapstick-Post-Way-Back-When: You can totally come and stay in my basement during the Nuclear Zombie Holocaust. We can sit down and have a nice chat and I can figure out exactly how intoxicated you were when you commented.


Living on Capricaaaaaaa…. March 9, 2010

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Hey guys! I’m sick today, but not like I was last month when I was puking constantly and watched, like, ten hours of Battlestar Galactica in one day. Oh no. This is Tiny Chicken Disease.

Rawr. Tiny chickens in the head. In the nose. In the throat.

So anyway, I’m in Nemo’s office and I was going to read Sherlock Holmes, but that requires brainpower and attention that the tiny chickens stole, so now I’m watching all of the fiveawesomegirls videos I missed. Also, I’ve listened to Battlestar Rhapsody so many times I want to simultaneously stab and hug The Great Luke Ski, who made it.

Stab him so hard.

Assuming it’s a him. Maybe Luke Ski is a girl. Whatever. Stab and hug.

I love this song.

This world is a mess, and I just need to… rule it. Awesome! Dr. Horrible reference!

Careful. There are spoooooilllers in the video.

Blergh. My throat hurts.

La di da di da… this is a totally crappy post, but I’m really not sure what to write about, and I’m sick.

Awesome: *siigh* Dare I say? Battlestar Frakking Rhapsody. Also the part where he says, “What TF? FTL!” And you hear one part in your left ear and one part in your right ear. It kinda tingles.

Also awesome: Last night, I told my mom about my wordle.com picture, and she was like, “Is it just like, ‘Tyrol Tyrol Tyrol Tyrol-‘” Me: “Nope. They don’t repeat words.” Mum: “Ahh. So was the word ‘Tyrol’ just like, huge?” Me: “Well….” Mum: “I’m just kidding!” Me: “Actually… it was sort of like that….”

Unawesome: The tiny chickens.


I am disappointed in you, Christopher Columbus March 8, 2010

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Oh hey!

**Here there be spoilers.**

So this weekend, I saw The Lightning Thief with Mum, Nemo, Thea, and Cate.  It was fun, but nowhere near as good as the book. Lemme just make a list of bullet points on my reactions.

-Um, Mrs. Dodds as a Fury? EFFING. SCARY.

-There was going to be something here about Grover being black, but then my mom was all, “Yeah, he’s black in the books, too,” so I stand defeated. Not that I have a problem with black satyrs, I just thought they were majorly differentiating from the book.

-Um. Annabeth is supposed to be blonde with grey frakking eyes. Epicfail.

-Luke actually looked pretty much like he did in my mind in the books.

-WTF about leaving out all the stuff with Kronos? That is a major. Plot point.

-They were in high school? They were supposed to be TWELVE!

-Hades. Ohmygawd he was so scary. The big, fiery version, I mean.

-It was funny watching Cate drool over Percy. Hahaha.

-Also, Thea and Cate both thought Luke was, and I quote, “Smexy.” I couldn’t make this crap up. I was all, “People still say that?”

-Mlljrlarggg. The hellhounds sorta scared the crap out of me, but they looked nothing like they should’ve looked.

-Couldn’t they just have slipped in the whole “Annabeth likes Luke” thing? I mean, it makes everything so much more interesting and dramatastic!

-Why why why didn’t they talk about Thalia?

So. That was my rant about it. Now I’m re-reading the book.

Anyway, I just found this website called wordle.com, where you enter your blog’s URL and it spits out a picture that tells you what your blog is about. Mine is… interesting. I would link to it, but I can’t copy and paste it, ’cause it’s screwy, so just click on the wordle link, type in bookwormdaisy.wordpress.com, and see for yourself. It won’t take that long. Sorry for the inconvenience.


Manatee. *cough*

Anyway, after I saw The Lightning Thief, Cate came home with us and she gave my mother Costa Rican coffee (from, you know, when she went to Costa Rica) and gave me a cute little wooden parrot and an awesome wooden turtle and a little wooden coffee cart. Then I gave her a red JFF kazoo, a shirt, and a tacklehug I promised Cryssy I’d give her. I was like, “What should I name the parrot?” And Cate immediately responded, “Karl?” And Mum was like, “Galen?” So I had to say, “Shut up!” Hahahaha. I love them so much.

And then we ate dinner and played, you guessed it, Don’t Break the Ice.

Best. Game. Evar.

Awesome: Wrockstock 2010, Episode One. Eeeeeek! So excited!

Also awesome: geekologie.com, which I just found and is amazing. I checked this morning, and now, at 4:46, there are like, five more posts.

Unawesome: The fact that I totally thought Christopher Columbus, who directed The Lightning Thief, would do a really good adaptation, but sort of failed. I mean, when you consider that he directed Sorcerer’s Stone and Chamber of Secrets, which he did so awesomefully, you would’ve thought he’d do an amazing, amazing job!


I just have issues with hating. March 4, 2010

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Oh hey!

Okay, so I’m still kinda giddy about The Bloggess commenting on my post and calling me, and I quote, bad-ass, but seriously? Who wouldn’t be happy? The Bloggess praising your blog post is like J.K. Rowling calling you up and being all, “Wow! I really like your book!” It’s like Luna Lovegood making you your very own dirigible plum earrings because she thinks you rule. It’s like Kara Thrace telling you that you’re badass and that everyone wants you (that is true in general). It’s like Karl Agathon telling you that you’re ridiculously honorable and nice, so much, in fact, that your name actually means “the beautiful and the good.” It’s like Albus Dumbledore naming his blog after a quote of yours. It’s like Alex Carpenter telling you that you’re universally adored. It’s like JFF telling you that you have mad kazoo skills. It’s like Matt Maggiacomo telling you that you have an awesome voice and mad guitar skills. It’s like Lauren Fairweather telling you that you have an extremely pretty voice. It’s like Joe DeGeorge telling you that you have UNLIMITED FREAKING ENTHUSIASM! It’s like… um, okay. I’m getting a bit crazy here. XD

So anyway, did you like my hate poem I wrote yesterday? Or did I just scare all of you off?  By “all of you,” I mean, of course, my mother and my friend Anne. I’m pretty sure you two are the only ones who read this. Frak, I don’t even know if Anne just sometimes reads. I love you, though, Anne!

Anyway, back to the poems. I’ve been wanting to write another one, but I’m not sure what to write it about. Therefore, I am making this list of things I hate.

1. Writer’s block.

2. Tory Foster. Ahem.

3. People who are terrible at grammar.

4. Harry/Hermione shippers (sorry, y’all).

5. I’m actually having trouble thinking of things to hate.

6. Screw this list thing. I thought this was an awesome idea, but I just have issues with hating.

Why is “gel” spelled with a “g” and “jelly” is spelled with a “j?” That. Makes. No. Sense. It should be “jel.”

Anyway. Um. Have you noticed how on hayleyghoover’s blog, when she does the “sexy/unsexy” thing (which, by the way, is partly the inspiration for my “awesome/unawesome”), she always does, like, different things each time, and I’m all, “Awesome: Galen Tyrol. Awesome: Galen Tyrol. Awesome: Karl Agathon. Awesome: Kara Thrace. Awesome: Karl Agathon.” I may be fangirlish, but at least I’m repetitively fangirlish.

Ohmygawd. I just looked out of the window and said, “Wow! It’s raining so hard!” Then Thea and I remembered that Apollo the Humping Bunny was outside in his cage and then we staged a rapid rescue mission, but it started hailing or something, although it could’ve been snow, but then it just stopped. And then started again. And stopped. And started. So basically, that whole story was pointless, but Apollo’s inside now.


Awesome: Repetitively fangirling. YRSH.

Unawesome: Being hatey. I like being lovey.