Bored on a Saturday

So yeah, it's Saturday evening and I'm sitting in my room (which is actually my dad's office since he can't find the time to work on my real room) on the computer not doing anything except writing this post, which people may or may not read ever. Today consisted of going to riding, where my horse decided to be awesome and actually do what I asked him to do for once, then going to the store for about 3 hours. Walmart was out of pocky, which made me very sad.

In other news, there's another special about the royal wedding on TV right now. There are probably a lot of 5-year-old girls either watching it happily or screaming because they're not the princess. I would say more, but I don't have any other comment on this (that's a first).

I got Portal 2 for Easter, and it's pretty awesome. :D It's kinda hard in parts, but I can usually figure it out within a few minutes. You know, cause I'm a genius and stuff. GLaDOS keeps calling me fat. :( ))) <-fatsadface.

O.o ZOMG IT'S AN ADORABLE GLaDOS/TURRET/BOT THING! :D

That reminds me, for my last birthday I had a chocolate cake that looked just like the one in Portal. It was delicious, and not a lie. For me, at least. You don't get any. *smiles*

Buy me these.

This too.

You know what? If someone went through my blog and bought me everything I've ever asked for, they'd probably be broke and really tired from finding it all. But it would be so cool if they did and I'd love them forever. *cough cough*

Well, I'm kind of blabbering senselessly now, but when am I not? That's what blogs are for, right? Hahaha... yes they are. OH HEY GUESS WHAT!? THE POOL OPENS NEXT WEEK! *happy dance* Finally! Also, there's just 4 more weeks until school's out! But one of those weeks is for finals... *moment ruined* Finals are these nice little tests where you get the chance to destroy your whole grade in one day! Yaaaaaaay!

...I'm bored now. Go on with your lives, minions. I'm gonna do something else.

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...Don't judge.

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It's 10:25 PM right now, guys. I just got back from my last middle school dance ever, and my feet hurt a lot and my face is covered in makeup and my hair is all... *shudder* ACTUALLY FIXED, so I'm pretty glad to be home finally. Hopefully the dances next year will be more fun.

Aside from this whole dressing up and looking nice crap, today was pretty awesome. We had field day today, where I was on Red Team 2 and did cool stuff like hurl those foam splash bomb things at people, pull a tractor across the field, win tug-o-war in approximately 2 seconds, jump up the ladder on the obstacle course because the rope was on the wrong side, carry someone on my back while wearing a sight-impairing horse mask, and crash to the ground after spinning around a bat 10 times, causing my friend on the other team to crack up. We then had a water balloon and flour fight, where I only got hit by one balloon (but a ton of flour). It. Was. Awesome. After that, I went to the store for easter candy and ABSOLUTELY DID NOT AT ALL get a certain game that I won't mention because, as I said, I definitely didn't, nor will I ever, get it. Especially not for Easter. *cough*portaltwo*cough*

I have one more random story, then I'll let you go. One of my mom's old students gave her two turtles-one with red ears (or where their ears would be if you could see them), and one with yellow/green ears. My mom doesn't like them because they stink and require a ton of maintenance, but I think they're pretty cool. Every time someone walks through the room where their tank is, they swim up to the side of the tank and try to swim through the wall like a video game. I named the red one Bardock because it looks like he's wearing a red headband, like this:

And the yellow one is Gamera:

He's the protector of children!

That reminded me of the whole reason I know Gamera exists (yep, I lied about the 'one more' thing). One time, my cousins brought an old Japanese monster movie complete with a terrible English dub to the farm (the place where we go because we live really far away from each other). It was about these kids who found a spaceship that took them to another planet where there were ridiculously advanced aliens who wanted to eat their brains. Then a monster came out and smashed some stuff, then Gamera showed up and fought the monster, and then the kids got out and Gamera flew them home while spinning wildly and shooting fire out of his legs. And they all lived happily ever after, or something. The main parts my cousins and I enjoyed were:

1. The way the kids pronounced Gamera. "GA-MA-RAAAAA!"

2. The kid counting down in the spaceship and not moving his mouth from four down.

3. Dubbing it ourselves and making it about some kids who go looking for their fruitcake but find a spaceship instead.

4. Gamera apparently has blue watery blood and a hollow interior.

5. The roar/screech/yell noise that all the monsters made.

That's about all for now.

LATERZ!

-Xenon

Some Stupidity

Before I say anything else, let me announce that it was a lot cooler today than it was yesterday. If you didn't read my last post, do so and then marvel at my powers.

*designated marveling time*

Moving on.
Today has produced some interesting stories. Firstly, I accidentally called a Sunny D a Sunny Damp and gave it to my friend angrily. I also addressed my friend as Human, and she responded as if there was nothing weird about that. Theater class was today, and we had to make a skit with the first line being "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that!" and the last one as "You don't look well." My group produced a story about getting a new pet mouse (with a setup like an engagement) and taking it to Vegas, where it was stolen by a couple of guys and taken to their house. I went with the guy who gave me the mouse to the two guys, and we demanded the mouse back. They threw slot machines at us and ran away. When they got to a new place, they found that the mouse had died. (Thus, "you don't look well.") We won the prize for most violent story. I also went to Express (jazz band practice) today and was asked to hold some parts to a drum set. I ended up with a snare stand and a piece of metal I couldn't identify, both of which looked like excellent weapons. I threatened people with them until I had to give them up to complete the drum set and avoid harm to people and equipment.

I like my dog.
Kroger doesn't stock pocky.
Watermelons are green.
I'm addicted to Barnes and Noble.
I'm building my aggressive skills.
I'm my friend's pet flying walrus.
My cat is fuzzy and purrs a lot.
I just noticed that I refer to all of my many friends as my friend. Does that get confusing? It's not all the same one.
I'd like school to end now.
Horses run fast.
Sometimes I learn languages when I'm bored.
People say I'm funny until I attempt humor.
You're probably getting bored with this.
You might want to quit reading.
You're reading this one now.
And this one, too.
Another one you've read.
Why not just read it all?
It can't hurt.
You've got the time. It'll only take a little while.
Aren't British accents cool?
You might be thinking about a certain thing. *listens to your thoughts* I agree.**
**I only agree if it doesn't involve me paying anything.
I can't think of anything else to say.
Moo.
Wiedersehen.
-Xenon

Are you getting bored with my rants?

TOO BAD. I'm gonna rant some more today.

Lately, spring has finally started to show its face (hesitantly) and it's warming up a lot.
 If you live in the south like me, you know it goes pretty much straight from this:

To this:

All in a matter of days.

The good side to this is that it means it's ALMOST SUMMER!!! HOLY CRAP!

*dances ridiculously*

Right after we're through exams (:P), it's time for summer vacation. The best time of the year, and I don't care what anyone else says. Sure, you feel like you're being burnt to a crisp whenever you're not in the water, but it's still way better than school and at least you can go into the air conditioned house from time to time.

Must I stress any more how much I LOVE SUMMER? SUMMER, PEOPLE! IT'S STILL AROUND! IT'S BACK! READY TO BAKE OUR BRAINS TO PERFECTION! WOOOOOOOO!!!

Now that I've said all this...

...Cue the cold snap.

-Xenon

Daily Rambling Requirement

HEY YOU! YEAH YOU! No... not you. Sorry. YOU! THAT'S RIGHT! DO YOU LIKE READING POINTLESS STORIES? NO? WELL TOO BAD, BECAUSE YOU CAN'T STOP READING THIS NOW.

Actually I have no say in that, but if you're still reading this, then awesome. I'm on my way to controlling your mind. You're under my control. There's nothing you can do about it. See how you just moved? Maybe you didn't notice, but I did. *points to self* Thank me. Or don't, you ungrateful little blog reader who doesn't thank someone who controls their mind for her amazing efforts.

Now, minion, don't you want to hear a nice little story? I'm sure you do. Here we go, finally:

Today, my friend was writing this story about a person who died. It was really depressing until my other friend took the paper and wrote that the other person who was still alive went to get some candy and drowned, so now they're happy. Then he, another friend, and I took turns adding on to it as it got progressively stupider and stupider. It ended when the giant evil monkeyburgers told it to, once the cannibals who ate the people and a fat chinchilla went down the road to the alternate dimension once it was open after its repair work. This makes me ask myself if I'm really the crazy one in my group.
The rest of my day consisted of unimportant things such as classes and homework, with the odd fun thing. History was awkward/funny as usual thanks to my inability to think of it in anything other than Hetalia. I chased yet another friend around the band room this morning with a music stand or trombone, depending on which one was handy. I find it funny that people either find my evil grin to be horrifying or completely unimpressive.
On another note (lawlz band pun), I'm going to Solo and Ensemble tomorrow (band performance), where I can go onstage and find that my trombone is full of water/off tune/broken/I've forgotten how to play. Hopefully I can pull it off and not die or launch instruments across the auditorium.

I shall now tell a story that I'm making up as I go along, for no reason other than my being bored at present.

Once upon a time, there was a zebra. He was just like any normal zebra, except for one thing-his ears were ridiculously out of proportion and about 3896 times the size of his head. All day long, he would walk around and say, "I hate these ears. They're so huge that I can barely keep my face from dragging the ground. Plus, I can hear things from across the world so I don't know when anyone's talking to me." As he walked, a small baby polar bear (who was very out of place) tried to get his attention. When it finally worked, the bear said, "Don't worry, Mr. Zebra. I know something that can help." So the zebra followed him to his apartment and did his best to squeeze in. When he finally got to the bear's room, he turned to the bear. "So what's your idea?" he asked. The bear smiled and said, "I never had one. I just wanted a pet zebra with huge ears."
MORAL: Never trust polar bears. They'll do ANYTHING to get a huge-eared zebra.

THE END

-Xenon

Insanity? I think yes.

So yesterday I was doing these personality quizzes, and it told me to write a paragraph and analyze my handwriting. Here is said paragraph:

     "I love my pet walrus. He flies me everywhere and always gives me the coolest chocolate. Once, he saved me from being sucked into a black hole! Sir Fluffypannts is the best walrus ever."

That is all. Laterz!
-Xenon

Growing Baby Blog!

My blog officially has two followers! That's right, TWO! IN YOUR FACE!

You know what this means...

(I swear, I typed in 'victory dance!' Blame the internet for promoting my nerdiness by placing this near the top of the page!)

As I have pretty much nothing else to say, I think I'll keep you here for a long time for no reason.

I'm reading a book.

And breathing.

And existing.

Hey, did you know that most humans have faces?

I know, right?

Have you ever made a typo that makes the word completely different? (Typing 'word' as 'world' like I almost did, for example?)

Sucks, doesn't it?

I mean, I don't think a typo made by someone like me can change the world instead of the word. Maybe if you're writing something that would change the world anyway and end up saying something that makes no sense, but I think that blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah blahblah, blah blahblahblahblah blah, you know?

On the other hand, I'm trying to make my friend teach me to say 'your eyes are on fire' in Hungarian. I think it would come in useful. But it's not really on the other hand because it doesn't relate to typos at all. Unless you argue that I'm typing this so yes it does, in which case you should shut up and do something else other than be nitpicky, you nitpicky nitpicker from Nitpickersville, Pickyland. Ah, nitpick. What a fun word.

I'd type more if it weren't for my acute case of laziness. But bye now.

-Xenon

Horse Talk and an April Fool's Day Ride

ALERT! For all you non-horse people, skip this post as it won't make sense.

I just got back from a horse show today. If you're a horse person and not the kind that ALWAYS gets the best placings, you know that a show is where you take your best, most talented horses, your prettiest tack, and your fanciest clothes to a different place, then take forever making your horse look perfect so he can enter the ring and forget what he's supposed to do. Then you watch as some random person (who you're SURE must secretly be a professional/robot/superhuman) take home the blue ribbon that you spent so much time preparing to get. I shall now tell one of my... interesting show stories.

I ride a horse named Jack. He's a pretty cool horse-all black, muscular, not the tallest but makes up for it in every other category. His only problem is that he's a little too fast... or at least that's how he is at home. (We've actually had practices that would have impressed the judges at Nationals.) However, the show is a new place with different sights to see, and Jack tends to get confused by such terrifying things as lights, music, railing, and the rider who he's ridden with countless times. Our first class was on Thursday, and it was, in simple terms, a disaster. Jack hadn't been out of his stall since he got there on Tuesday, and he attempted to canter at every chance he got and avoided the rail as if it had spikes and lasers that would kill him if he got too close. Regardless, we ended up in 4th place out of seven. After the class, I told Jack to calm down over and over and over, trying to get it into his head. And it worked... too well. In our second class on Friday (April Fool's Day), we entered the ring nicely enough, at an unusually slow trot (though I didn't complain). The class was going well, and I thought we might do better. The weapons had been detached from the railing, and Jack was holding the trot very well. All that changed when we were asked to canter. I touched him with my heel, which is usually enough to send him flying. But not then. He hesitated for a second, then took off on the WRONG LEAD. It should be noted that he was almost completely sideways when this happened. I slowed back to a trot and nudged him again, but by now he was too confused to step off. It took another lap to get him into it again, and what did he do then? He took off. On. The. Wrong. Lead. Frustrated, I went back to a trot and asked again. However, he was now even more confused and kept trotting even with me kicking incessantly at his side. At the other side of the ring, we were asked to extend, and I wasn't even cantering yet. By the time he was speeding up again, the announcer told us to walk. One horse wouldn't stop and had to leave the ring, then we reversed and began the same thing again. And the most annoying thing of all? This time, he was perfect. It's almost like he was messing with me. Yep-my horse was playing a joke. At the end of the class, we got the last place ribbon that I had expected, and Jack went treatless that night.

The moral? Horses have times when they're just as hard-headed as us humans. Also, never ride on April Fool's Day and expect good results.

-Xenon