Xenon the Zombie-Killing Machine.

Hello lovely human mortals!
Apologies in advance for typos and/or sloppy writing. I'm kind of ridiculously tired but I thought today deserved a post.

In honor of the apocalypse, my friend hosted a game of Humans vs. Zombies today. If yo've never heard of this glorious sport, the basic idea is this:
There's a mission
Humans do the mission
Original zombie tags humans
Humans turn into zombies if tagged
Zombies go to a respawn point if shot
There are also special zombies and requirements for a mission, and it lasts for hours and sometimes days.

So yeah. Pretty intense.
As soon as everyone was registered, we all tested our Nerf guns (I got mine today and, despite not having used them much due to being an only child, didn't suck too bad at it.) and divided into groups. One of the people I didn't know before today called me Zebra all day because of the hat I was wearing, and we would meet up every so often and be all "OMG u r still alive!!!!1!!!!111" Surprisingly, said hat did not cause my downfall.
The first round was supposed to involve scientists and puzzles, but ended up being "everyone try not to die." Each group had a walkie-talkie, which was supposed to be used to communicate between human groups but ended up being a game-wide noise and trolling machine. The few things I heard from ours included "Your mom's a quarantine," "Help I am on the porch out of ammo and I need help (also I am not a zombie at all)," and "BEEEP BEEP BOOP CAW CAW CAW." So we kept our volume down.
At first, we tried to protect one of the "scientists," who was putting together a puzzle, but then zombies started finding us and we all ran. Most of the remainder of the round involved sitting in the woods and running when we heard someone. We ended up being one of two surviving groups, and I think we as a whole fired about three darts.

The second round was after lunch, and its objective was to capture a zombie and keep it in the shed for ten minutes while the zombies ambushed us. Miraculously, I also survived that without needing to shoot anyone. The rest of that round involved running around a lot and me being the last girl alive. Granted, boys were the majority, but still.

The third round was something about moving a trash can along a path lined with respawn points. It involved hiding and running a lot, and I ended up zombified because my group started running and I am awful at running. Two zombies cornered me, I shot them both, there was a respawn right next to me, I surrendered and joined the other side. Then we all sat around and then started over because it got boring.

The last round was by far the most fun. The objective was to survive, and my friend and I started the round sitting in the woods not caring enough to play. We watched the zombies running around in front of us, but it took forever for them to find us. When they did, they chased us with a Hydra (several zombies connected by a rope that are invincible unless you hit the center one) and we ran to the thickest woods we could find just to spite them. After a few minutes of uneventful walking, we found a gully and decided to hide there. Soon afterwards, a group of zombies walked by and did not even notice us at all, and then a rabbit ran out of the gully right after they passed.
We were so stealthy that we did not even disturb a friggin' rabbit.
Later, the zombies came back and surrounded the gully because they saw two of us and then another guy ran out to distract them. They surrounded us and I was pretty much ready to become a zombie, but then I shot one of them and my friend charged out of his hiding place (which they hadn't seen yet) and they all left to make a Hydra, so we ran. We made it to a creek before they caught up and one of my friends fell and got tagged (leaving me as the last girl again), and we ran some more and some of my group members took out a Hydra by shooting it a lot and then we walked around and found some people who had been separated and then we walked some more and then we were the last humans so we claimed our victory.

And then everyone went home and I had to ride with my friend because my parents thought it would last several hours longer and didn't pick up the phone.

And so ends the story of my thrilling adventure fighting and being zombies. You should choose me as your apocalypse buddy.

Ghggggggrawwwh.
-Xenon

Happy apocalypse day, everyone!

Heh heh. I'm not dead.
Tumblr is being pretty funny about all this, particularly the Homestuck and Doctor Who fandoms (I have only seen two episodes of Doctor Who, but thanks to Tumblr I more or less understand a good portion of the jokes). So yeah, this was either an erased Sburb session or the Doctor saved us all. Maybe both.
Both would be pretty frigglesticks amazing.
So anyway, today I was
Wait I heard something outside

Are they
Is someone in the house
I think someone's here
Oh no
They're here


SEND HELP

Jack and his shenanigans.

So hey, human mortals. Sup.

It's break! Finals are done! SANTA HIEI! Also apocalypse.

On a note relevant to the title and somewhat less awesome, my noble steed, Jack, is confined to his stall with a bandaged leg because he ran into a tree branch lying on the ground. When I went to the barn on Tuesday after finishing my last exam (my finals week was split up for some reason), I found him standing in the pasture, not putting weight on his leg. Leading him to the barn was difficult, since he was extremely hesitant to step on it, though that got a little better as he walked. My riding teacher looked at him and found three puncture wounds on his fetlock (last joint before his hoof). I spent the day hosing his leg, and my riding teacher cleaned and bandaged it and left him in a stall all afternoon before moving him to his normal barn.

With all of this, I will just say that I was not expecting him to be fine the next day.
But he pretty much was.
Apparently, he was extremely upset yesterday morning when everyone got to go into the pasture but him. When I came to visit him after my lesson (the horse's name was Junior and he was bouncy and I will apparently be riding him more now), he was pacing around his stall like normal. I got to walk him around the barn, and he might have shown signs of favoring his leg once or twice, if that. When I got back into the barn, he attempted to steal the entire jar of peppermints and then tried to follow my riding teacher into the tack room. He really didn't want to go back into his stall, so it required someone standing ready to close the door as soon as I had led him inside, then I had to push him back so I would be able to leave without being crushed by a half-ton of frantic horse.
So I think he's alright.

That's about all I have to say on the matter. Have some pictures.
(Blogger won't let me put text between them, so the first two are Jack and the last one is from my Homestuck Sims, where everyone is acting in character.)

Farewell, dear stalkers.
-Xenon

Xenon Status Update: I am still not dead.

So hey. Sup. I keep forgetting to post on this thing because I either don't have time or forget I have this blog. Also, I'm sorry about the text walls in my past few posts, as my iPad and/or the new Blogger update seems to enjoy deleting the spaces every time I press Enter and I don't know/am too lazy to figure out how to fix that. So I'll just add spaces in an awkward manner. - --------- So hey, it's finals week! The time when an entire semester of work can be completely or partially negated by one unfortunate test! Or it is for me, at least. Woohoo, I love tests. Especially the math kind given by a teacher who is generally terrifying and teaches a frigglesticking hard class. At least that one's over. Due to my school being strange, our exams were split over half of two weeks, so I've had two days of exams and am looking forward to two more. Fun. But after, that, Christmas and Santa Hiei! (If you have no idea what Santa Hiei is supposed to mean, it's from a picture that I posted a couple of Christmases ago that was of Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho dressed in a Santa outfit.) - ----------- So if you're wondering what I've been up to while I neglected this little bit of Internet that I claim as my own, basically it's more of the same. Anime. Manga. Barnes and Noble hates me. Homestuck (which I recommend if you are not easily confused). Drawing (posting pictures is hard, so I might do it another day, but in the meantime I post most of my drawings on Instagram @horseysaiyan). Eating. Attempting to write a book even though realistic characters are hard. Not being good for anything. Riding Jack, my super awesome and slightly devious (understatement) steed. Playing my trombone and burrutone (my preferred misspelling of 'baritone'). Taking pictures of my pets. And occasionally sleeping. So that's my boring life. - ------------My cousins and I made up a song. Here, listen to it in your mind while I supply the lyrics. --Dashing through the hood / in my super pimp-mobile / this would be real good / if I stole some wheels / I got up in the sto' / I had him at gunpoint / It was Home Depot / And then I smoked a joint / I got out with the wheels / And put them on my car / And then I made some deals / And then I balled real hard / Oh, YOLO swag, YOLO swag, YOLO swag all day / YOLO swag, YOLO swag, YOLO swag, hooray. --------- Sung as ironically as possible, since we are good citizens and do not steal, smoke joints, hold innocent people at gunpoint, or say "YOLO" or "swag." Please do not take this as an example for how to live your life, or at least do not tell the police that Xenon said it was okay. I don't like facing consequences for my non-actions. - --------- Okay bros. That's pretty much all I can think of to write. If you want, go check out my little (now medium-sized) cousin's new blog, Life and Things 101. I'm sure she'd appreciate it. -- - 1873:92873)20274);39;)3147473@()-,3$439!.9.2492488,7?3.:2&:29-',lxscoiaalsnkerjvluscious -Xenon

Horse shows, Thanksgiving, and Other Things

Hey guys. Does anyone still read this now that I never post? I'm still not sorry. Just lazy. Heh. So while I was gone, I marched in a band, went to an honor band where I was third trombone out of five (not bad considering my sight reading was horrendous), got an A on a test in my super fun Precal class and received pizza as a reward, got to gallop on my noble jerkface steed, Jack, handed out candy to one group of trick-or-treaters, played vidyagaimz, and went to a horse show. So now I will tell you about the interesting(?) things in my brain. -------The honor band was fun, given that the people from my band who went were some of the least sane out of the band of zero sane people. We bothered each other, repeatedly insisted to our band director that we had gone insane and cannibalized each other because we couldn't find a restaurant, screamed at the bus, walked around in classy concert clothes, and played really fast songs. -------At a riding lesson a few weeks ago, my teacher told my friend and me that we had been working hard and to go out in the pasture and ride around. We galloped. It was like Robot Unicorn Attack but with trees instead of stars and landforms and there was no catchy Erasure soundtrack. So in other words, VERY FUN. -------On Halloween, I went to Shadow (of Shadow's Statements)'s house to play Zombies. Being the game-deprived child I am, I had never played it before and kind of died a lot, but I killed some zawmbehs and it was enjoyable. -------This weekend, I went to a horse show with Jack. It was incredibly cold and my friends and I had to take shelter in the restaurant on the grounds for over an hour because it was too cold to exist and we only had jackets to keep up warm. When the classes started, I got to present the flag because honey Jack don't care. It went well until Jack randomly exited the gate and wouldn't listen to my spur and I only had one rein so he wouldnt't listen to that either. At least he didn't spook. Then I went right back into the ring for my class, which went fairly well aside from Jack's reluctance to tuck his head and the necessity for one flying lead change (where the stretching foot at the canter was wrong and I had to push his back end sideways to get him to change it). The second class was less smooth because Jack and I were both tired. He took off on the wrong lead during one canter and didn't feel like changing it, and my legs were tired from our long cantering session between the classes, which prevented me from punching him with the spur hard enough to get a change out of him. Ironically, I placed better in this class than the one before it, mostly because there were no fancy Saddlebreds in this class. Regardless, my riding teacher told me I had ridden well and that Jack was being stupid as he tends to do. The next day, we rode again and placed fifth out of eight because Jack decided to be nicer and I was less tired, but the judges really hate Jack or me for some reason. Between the classes, the other riders and I talked about stupid things, bothered Shadow via text with a continuous string of random close-up pictures of stuff in the barn. I also ate mac and cheese with bacon in it. -------I also started reading Homestuck and I recommend it because it's pretty glorious. So that's what I've been doing. Thanksgiving is coming up, which means it's time for the Christmas decorations to come out. Some people I know dislike family gatherings because their families are crazy in the bad way or boring or whatever. I consider myself pretty lucky, since I have several cousins close enough to my age to get along with and nerdy enough to like. So while some families are sitting awkwardly around the table wishing they could do something else, I'll be singing Jonathan Coulton songs and discussing anime with my family. HA-HA. In other news, I got a new drawing app called Procreate, which has a funny name but is a really good app. Assuming my email thing works, I'll show you people some of my drawings. Okay, it works, but I'm lazy and I'll only post one.

This is the drawing of Xerra I did to test it out. I repeat: to test it out. This app is pretty good, I think. If you really want to see my other drawings, I am horseysaiyan on Instagram and Deviantart. I love you guys. Just kidding. I don't know who a lot of you are. Until I stop being lazy again, I bid you farewell. -Xenon

The Much-Celebrated Return of Xenon

It's okay. I'm sure you're throwing me a huge party in your head. Okay, yeah, school makes regular blogging hard. So here's basically what I've been doing since my last post: Band Horseback riding Drawing Instagramming (my drawings, I'm not a hipster, I swear) Playing Sir Thomasamoht the piano Reading Doing homework Wasting time on the Internet Being a creepy derpface You know, normal stuff. I also got a new kitten because my mom found her when leaving school and didn't want to leave her next to the road. She is adorable and her name is Ag because of her silver hair. Because of my habit of nicknaming animals, she also responds to Agnes, Agatha, Aggie, Agamemnon, Silver, Kitten, and Babycat.

This is Ag. She is so tiny. In other news, I am still a hopeless otaku. Lately, I've been watching Black Butler (I finished the anime and am going to read the manga once I find a way that will not use up all my money) and reading D. Gray-Man. And I drew some pictures of the characters. I actually have a ridiculous amount, but it's unnecessarily hard to put pictures here, so I'll just show you two.

Here's Undertaker (if it's not Undertaker, I'm sorry, my computer won't let me check) being his excellent self.

And this is Tyki Mikk from D. Gray-Man being somewhat creepy. So this weekend, I went to my grandmother's house to entertain my little cousins while they were there. This pretty much involves me doing random things and them asking me to do other random things and everyone being crazy and usually them sitting on me a lot. I don't think I'm very good with kids, but they seem to disagree and we usually do have fun being stupid and immature. They got me to buy iMovie, which I am using to make videos out of my cartoon people and various songs. Now my cat is sitting on me and he is really heavy and he obstructs my view of the words I'm typing. So I think I'll stop blogging for now. I'll post again sometime, but I don't know when because I am super unreliable. Potato flagellum with cheese. -Xenon

Bhjkhbvdawhbjvfeajbhkeavflybj titles are for noobs.

Hello there, my fine reader.

:D

Okay. So I know I haven't posted anything in a while, I'm not sorry, I was doing things that need things and if you can tell me what that was a reference to then you get something or maybe not but probably.
But no, seriously, I had band camp and school and I'm playing school on hard mode for the lolz and therefore have very little free time, most of which I spend drawing and watching anime. Blog posts require at least a little bit of forethought (lol yeah right), so I haven't been able to do many.
But here I am! *epicface*

So, I forget what was going on in my last post, but I'll just start saying things and hopefully it will count as a post. Okay? Okay.

Last weekend was spent not doing much fun because I suddenly found out on Friday about a paper on the Black Death due today. So I did some frantic research and used my *ahem* lovely writing skills to put together something that I hope doesn't sound horrible, and then I did a pile of other homework and watched anime and got some balls to turn into eyes for my DragonCon costume.

So that weekend was considerably less relaxing than I had hoped, but I got it done and got a couple of A's along the way.

Despite having not watched any anime all summer (I know, weird), now that I have little to no free time, I've gotten back into Black Butler. I started up on the season 1 finale, which was all of the sad, and am now watching season 2. It's pretty great so far even though Undertaker, my favorite character, has only been in one episode. I'm also still reading D.Gray-Man and Barnes and Noble still doesn't have the FMA volume I need.

Hm. Other stuff.
Our halftime show is going pretty well. The first game is Friday and we ran through the whole show with general success today. It's really weird to be a section leader (even though I am one of two baritone section leaders and the single tuba player is above both of us as well as the trumpets and French horn), and the younger people are actually doing really well. Some of them are pretty strange, but usually in a funny way, which makes it okay. Our music is fun and I am playing first, which is weird even though I'm not the only one and I played first last year too (my section leader had his own special music).

Tonight was my school's open house, and one of my teachers apparently complimented my work ethic. It was pretty funny, considering that my strategy so far has been to derp around writing notes in between doodles and then read over them a couple of days before the test. But the teachers usually let me do my own thing after suddenly calling on me once and accepting that I was, in fact, listening. And that is awesome.

I have run out of thoughts to write.

It's late and I don't feel like posting pictures, so maybe I'll do that whenever next time is.

Toodles, doodles and raging infernos.
-Xenon

Hey, picture!

Remember a while ago when I talked about hanging out in inaccessible places when I get my own house?
I drew a picture of it.

So yeah.
Peace, home chinchillas.
-Xenon

Band camp!

Hey there doodz.

So I started band camp last week. If you've never had the pleasure, imagine standing in front of an open fire screaming into an infant's face and dancing continuously for several minutes. And you have to be on key and holding the infant at the correct angle and not screwing up the dance because otherwise you're wrong and nobody likes you anymore. And you could possibly get crushed by a tuba.

Since there are some new rules about summer practices this year, morning band camp starts and ends an hour early. Which is nice, since it's not as hot and there's a longer break, but it also means that I have to get up at 6:30 every morning this week. I am not a morning person. Or really an anything person if it involves me waking up against my will.
So here's how my morning went:
When my alarm went off, I stared angrily at it while it beeped at me (and probably threw terrible insults at me in its language). When I got tired of it, I picked it up, slammed the off button, but it back on the table, and turned on the lamp so as not to go back to sleep. Then I curled into a ball of sad and frowned at the lamp until I could keep my eyes open long enough to get up. I got ready as slowly as possible and ate breakfast and got in the car, and I still wasn't fully conscious when we got to school.

And then it was raining and it wasn't really hot, and I'm in a quintet that stands in the front and doesn't move for a while, so we all chilled while everyone else learned a complicated move.

Let's see. Other stuff.
After riding on Saturday (Jack was being craycray as usual), my friend and I found a kitten. He was really nice, so we started petting him, and he shook his head several times and his ears made cute flapping noises.
So, naturally, we named him Flappyhead.
He turned out to already have a name, which I forget, but he will always be Flappyhead to me.

Oh, the pictures that wouldn't show up in my last post finally arrived. All four copies of each.
So here they are.

This is my cousins' dog, Susie Taco Anna May. I decided to draw from a photo and this was the only good one I had.

I found another decent picture of me with Jack at a show this year. My face ended up a little bit weird looking, but it kind of looks like a face.

Finally (this one is my favorite), a picture of Loki. I chose this picture without any thought to how SERIOUSLY FRIGGLESTICKING HARD it would be to draw. My hand was shaking by the time I finished it. But hey, Loki.
Yes, I find Loki enjoyable. What of it?

That's all, continue whatever you were doing before you started reading this.
FOR NARNIA!
-Xenon

Oh em gee, pewnehs.

Sorry I haven't posted lately. Or, if you hate me but still read this for some reason, you're welcome for the break from my stupidity.

So. I've been having horse-related adventures with the best horse ever, Jack. Because I never place well in shows no matter what I do, I'm learning fancy stuff and making Jack look all classy and stuff. So, because I need to work with Jack and because another horse has recently stopped being lazy and started being mean, we've had special lessons. Jack hasn't learned anything new, but he's been a lesson horse for a while and has forgotten a lot of the fancy stuff like picking up his head, not running out of control every time my leg touches him, and moving his front legs independently from his back legs (in other words, pivoting around his back legs). He's not quite clear on the whole front end and back end thing and usually ends up backing up instead of spinning, but he's getting better. And he's already holding his head somewhat higher and actually picks up a nice calm trot instead of hearing me click and running away.

In other news, I've been trying to draw realistic stuff from photos. I have three decent ones and a few works in progress that look really stupid and deformed.

I would have posted the decent ones here, but they refuse to show up in the drafts (The iPad doesn't let me post pictures the normal way, so I email them to the drafts folder and copy them from there). So, since I'm not getting any pictures into this post, enjoy this Germany smiley.

=_="

You're welcome.
Today, I went to see a house that my dad designed for some people who are obviously much richer than my family. The house is huge. There's a closet with a window in it. And a theater that, when finished, will contain a twelve-foot screen (how about I steal it and watch Avengers and play Portal all day?). And a circular staircase that is impossible to descend without feeling epic. And a pool on a balcony overlooking a pond (Did you know that a pond is only a pond if light can reach the bottom? And, while we're on that subject, that rigor mortis comes and goes?). And an entire floor for the kids. And my room is still an uninsulated corner of the house containing a piano, a punching bag, and two chairs because it is entirely unlivable.

Sigh.

When I have my own house, it's going to look like a medieval fortress and there are going to be a bunch of places that look inaccessible, but I'll be able to reach them and I'll chill there reading a book and watching my horses in the pasture and not caring when my super-awesome husband and/or guests get exasperated because I won't come down from the ceiling. And then I will come down and I'll get on one of my horses and we will gallop through the fields because the horse knows how to get through without falling or stepping on anything, and then I will come back inside and my husband will have found another of my reading spots and I will sit in another one across from him and if we have a kid, then the kid will be all, "Mom? Dad? Can you come down and make food, which I will love no matter what because I am the best kid to ever exist and also you guys are awesome parents?" And I will reply, "Yes, Goku, wait on your throne while we cook food with lasers and swords."

I really hope that prediction is at least somewhat accurate, because that would make me the winner of the Coolest Life Ever prize.

And that completely unrealistic prediction concludes this post.
Hasta la pasta~!
-Xenon

Titles are hard :(

Good afternoon (or morning, evening, ridiculously late, or any other point in time in which you may or may not exist), minions. Who wants to hear a bunch of random crap from my brain?

No one?

Too bad. That's what you're getting.

So.
Today, as usual, I went to the barn for adventures and ponies and spending long stretches of time in the heat with long pants, a helmet, and an animal with a high body temperature. Jack and I are working in flying lead changes, which, for non-horse people, means switching which leg the horse stretches farthest while cantering, without falling into a trot or otherwise screwing up. It's simple once you get it the first time, but practicing it involves cantering around for a long time without relaxing. This is especially true with Jack, who will sprint away and blatantly disobey anyone who does not pay attention. Despite this being a difficult maneuver (Maneuver. That's a cool word.) with a hyperactive troll of a horse, we actually managed it several times. When we went to the middle of the ring to let the other rider try it, Jack panted for several minutes. Usually, he's only that tired if he's been trying to fight me, but he did almost everything exactly right and was still worn out. The other rider hadn't done this before and her horse was being lazy and confused, but she managed a couple of times. We also tried changing leads without turning, but Jack was too tired to figure out what I wanted and ended up charging around and wavering on and off the rail in a desperate attempt to possibly get it right. I let him have that.
After the lesson, I went to visit the foal, who has grown considerably and enjoys biting things, especially his mother. They both came up to me when I called them, but the mother left after a few seconds because she didn't appreciate being chewed constantly. The foal made a weird growling noise (I don't think he's learned how to nicker yet) and enjoyed the attention until I went inside to escape the heat. I love the south.
Then we left the barn, got Asian food, and came back home. And I haven't done anything productive since.

How about some pictures?

I got these a few days ago because my little cousins and I went to the mall and I had money and I am impulsive. When we got home, we all played with them at my cousins' request. The resulting game made no sense and involved Thor and Loki flying around, randomly punching each other, and running into things.

Another of my mall purchases is this:

His name is Filbert and he is my newest (artificial) friend.

Hm, let's see, other stuff...

This makes me laugh. I know. It shouldn't be that funny. But I'm laughing anyway.

Well. I've exhausted my picture supply. I guess that means I'm done with this.

A saucetastic Jojday to you.
-Xenon

No one is safe.

Yep. I finally got my permit after an extremely long period of inconvenience, travel, and procrastination. I only missed one question on the test, but I have only ever driven a few times and have been known to be easily distracted. Also, I may or may not hunt you down in the car.

So this is the story of how I got my permit:
I woke up this morning fairly late, having spent the past few days with my little cousins (again), and they like to walk loudly through the room while I'm sleeping because they're not allowed to make obvious efforts to wake me up. As soon as I woke up, my mom was all "Good morning! Ready to get your learner's?" and I smiled and accepted my fate. After breakfast, we went to the driver's license place, where I have been before because I had to get an ID to go to New York. We almost had to leave because there were no parking spaces, but one opened up about two seconds before we left. We went in, filled out a form, and sat down.
The building used to be a train station, which is pretty cool, but the wait was uncomfortable because a)I had a summer reading book and was leaning over to read it so I could mark it, b)I live in a somewhat sketchy town with somewhat sketchy people, and this place had a nice sample of said people, and c)we sat there for well over an hour as they called out numbers with seemingly no system. Then we stood there forever while my identification was sorted out and I had to test my eyes with a machine that did not want to show me anything by reading the numbers in line A (the choices of lines being 1, 2, and 3). And I had to repeat it a few times because apparently I'm super quiet (not because I can't be loud, but because I don't like screaming at people). Then I got my picture taken, had to have it retaken later because the original license said I wore glasses, which I don't, and took the test.
Then we left and ate lunch at a restaurant that, despite downtown being a sad, pointless shell of a place, was really good, but was so filling that I had to force myself not to look at, think about, or touch the food after eating about half so as to not explode.
And now I have a permit and you should stay safely inside from now on. The end.

I have some pictures and stuff, but I'll post them tomorrow or sometime because it's late(ish) and I have to get up for riding in the morning.

Look out for zombies. *salute*
-Xenon

Hey, I still exist!

...Or DO I? *mysterious hand motions*

Yeah, I think I do.

*hand motions*

Ahem.
So I went to the farm on Friday for a late 4th of July celebration (as in, a 7th of July celebration), and there were a lot of people there that the normal cousins and I never see. Despite the presence of other people we don't know, it was actually quite fun. When I got there, I went to my cousins' grandmother's house for "dinner," where I didn't actually eat anything. My cousins were in the hot tub when I got there, but it thundered loudly as I walked up because the weather does not like me at all, apparently. Then we played superbilliards (rolling the balls forcefully back and forth with the intent to hit fingers or at least keep everyone's hands moving frantically) and talked about Skyrim, which I have but can't play because I need a new video card and my computer is a jerkface poopyhead. We went back to the farm and stayed up until about 3 talking about random crap like swastika farms (younger boy cousin was playing Minecraft with older boy cousin #2 and had an efficient farm that happened to have that shape) and sauce.
On Saturday, we rode the Death Pals a lot (I hold the record for number of falls, but not for most epic fall. Older boy cousin #2 wins for bouncing up five feet, leaving the tube behind, and soaring sideways into the water.) and then got out the kneeboard, which three of us rode. I managed to nosedive and fall on my face, which I have never done before and which confirms that I was being a clumsy derp on Saturday. Then we swam around while boy cousin skied. One of the cousins I don't know and to whom I am actually not related and I were on surfboards in the middle of the lake, and she kept sitting on the back of hers facing me. This made me paranoid that she was going to fall off the back and shoot the board at me, so I put my hand in front of my face, then realized that a) that would not protect me from anything and would probably just break my hand as well as decapitating me, and b) my subconscious must think I'm awesome if that was my automatic reaction. Then we all went inside, ate, and watched fireworks that night. Because we are super awesome and not annoying or obnoxious at all, we screamed 'MERICA! after every single one and hit the porch railing repeatedly.

And then we stayed up really late again and left yesterday morning.

Last night, I was trying to go to sleep at a decent(ish) hour so that I would not be dead today, but my brain decided to wait until I was about to turn of the light to be all "NONONO WAIT YOU SHOULD TOTES FOR SRS DRAW UNDERTAKER!"
And I did.

And so continues the battle of sleep vs impulsiveness.

I have nothing much else to say, but here are some pictures to make up for it.

Okay. My powers (of which I have FAR too many) come from a peanut butter s'more, my costume is jeans and a purple shirt with a world map on it, my dog is my enemy, I got my powers at age three, the Avengers kill me (awesome death, yo), and, as I've already said, I have a ridiculous number of powers and talents and stuff. I am my new favorite superhero.

Also on the subject of The Avengers:

Can this be a real show, please? *puppy eyes*

...That was not cool, Captain America. We can't be friends. (Alphonse Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist if you're wondering. He's a soul in a suit of armor, which I cannot explain without explaining the entire plot, and that would take a long time.)

Yep. Demons. The kind that devour human souls. Yeah.

Here's another of my impulse drawings that actually turned out pretty cool. Chell and the Different Turret from Portal (2) are being different.

Okay, time to wrap this post up neatly, as always.

Lol, did you actually think I would do that?
Pff.
Hamster eyes.
-Xenon

Burrito!

Disclaimer: This post contains no burritos. I'm sorry if you're disappointed.

Haha, no I'm not.

So. Yesterday was the 4th. As a Hetalia fan and an American, I was all IT'S THE HERO'S BIRTHDAY EVERYONE EAT BURGERS AND SHOOT FIREWORKS!!! Except I'm an herbivore so I didn't eat burgers and I didn't shoot fireworks because my family (my cousins' family, actually, as I'm the only one not related to that side of the family)doesn't have a party until Saturday for some reason. Also, the only special thing about the day was that my dog was distressed by the fireworks going off outside, causing her to bark a lot and eventually have her bed moved to the back of the house so she couldn't hear it.
Whatever. America!

I got a haircut today. It's only significant because a)I rarely get haircuts because my hair decides what to do on its own anyway, and b)I got bangs, which, despite what my cartoon self looks like, is a new thing. I enjoy them so far. Also, it's good for making people think I put some effort into my appearance when I actually just put my hair in a ponytail as usual. My mom also tried to take me shoe shopping, but I selected the least feminine shoe possible and insisted on getting it because I am not a shoe person at all. I would rather switch between my tennis shoes and boots than anything else.

On another subject, since this post has no theme: Sleeping like a human is hard. Most nights, I end up having an internal dialogue something like this:
-Hey! It's summer and you can stay up all night if you want to!
-No, I have to do stuff tomorrow. It's 2 in the morning.
-LET'S STAY UP UNTIL FIVE!!
-NO LET'S NOT. Are you stupid? We're getting up at least as early as 9 tomorrow.
-But internet!
-Is that so? *turns off computer*
-You think you can pull that off? I can stare at nothing all night if I need to!
-Are you serious?
-*staring at lamp*
-Turn it off.
-No.
-Yes. Are you really that stupid?
-Hey, look at this!

-BRAIN WHAT IS THAT.
-Lol, I don't know.
-I am going to sleep now. Stop it.
-*distracting thoughts until I go to sleep*

And then I wake up and decide not to stay up that late again, but end up seeing something funny on the Internet and doing it again.

Let's see, other topics...
Oh yeah. I got Skyrim a couple of days ago (I know, finally, I always take forever with this stuff) with some of the money I didn't spend in New York. I was super excited to play it, considering that everyone to ever play it ever says it's awesome. After waiting for about three hours for it to install, I clicked on it, prepared for epicness, and got an error message. It made me wait another few hours to tell me what its problem was, which turned out to be that my computer is old and needs a new video card. This is not something we have sitting around, nor is it the easiest thing, since nobody in my family is particularly good at technology. So, until the video card is replaced in the distant future (nothing is ever replaced quickly), I have spent sixty dollars on an error message. Isn't that great?
So, because I was promised a new game and not given one, I've been replaying Portal 2. I had forgotten a surprising amount of that game's awesomeness. I do, however, know most of GLaDOS's quotes, the lemon rant (which I yelled at my cat just to see how he would react), and the turret opera on piano (I taught it to myself and have played it so much that I can play it without looking at the keyboard, with my left hand, at a ridiculous tempo, and/or with my other hand playing the inverted version on the other end of the piano, as well as in various different keys). Both Portal games make me feel bad for the companion cubes and turrets, so I have to go hug my stuffed companion cube (they sell those on ThinkGeek, so naturally I got one) and pet my turret flashlight. I'm kind of a geek.

That's about all I have to say. I don't think there will be much other than normal stuff happening until the farm on Saturday, which will of course be fun because my family is cooler than yours.

Peace, lolz.
-Xenon

The weather is being totes for srs uncool right now.

Hello again, humans.

Camp me is officially over, my little cousins have gone home, and my other cousins and I are at the farm where the epic people hang out.
We all spent the past two days at my lakehouse, riding the tube we have named the Death Slab, swimming, and being super awesome. I always laugh inwardly when people talk about their annoying relatives, because I have six cousins (on my mom's side, at least) with whom I get along wonderfully. It might have something to do with us all being weird nerdy kids who all enjoy pretty much the same stuff.
Anyway. Because the Death Slab is different from the Death Pals and is kind of falling apart handles-wise, I have three scraped spots on my arms from where I had to hold on for dear life going around turns. This didn't bother me much, since I can work around it and it doesn't really hurt and I'm not one to pass up a super awesome tube ride because I have a scratch on my arm. But this started mattering when we got on the Death Pals today.

So, because it's really hot here in the south and none of us have good heat or boredom tolerance, three of us (older boy cousin, girl cousin, and me) decided to get in the lake. As soon as boy cousin and I got ready for our turn, it started looking cloudy, but we ignored it and took off down the lake. I fell off the first time we turned because we were going slow and then boy cousin's tube rammed into mine for no apparent reason.
(Breaking the story for a second to say that the power blipped out and then the microwaves told me that they bring good things to life. Yeah, not creepy.)
When I fell off, the tube cover hit one of the wounds from the Death Slab and we had to go get peroxide and band-aids so I wouldn't die. While this was happening, girl cousin took my place and boy cousin fell off about ten times during their turn. Then boy cousin took over driving the boat and girl cousin and I rode. I fell off again because wind and speed and skidded on my back for a ridiculously long time. Shortly afterwards, we saw lightning, girl cousin fell off her tube, and we rode back in because apparently tubing was not destined to happen today.

It just started raining. Just now. The wind is whistling and it is legit thundering every two seconds.

Anyway, I went inside, changed, cleaned my battle wounds, and now I'm on the Internet provided it doesn't die.

On another note, I have two pictures for you today.
My little cousins told me that Loki has bunny ears. I found this amusing, so I drew it. Enjoy, I know you will.

I also found this nice little joke while derping around on Memebase.

Yep, pretty much accurate.

Okay, I'm out of ideas and also might get electrocuted soon, so peace. Go watch some Bad Lip Reading videos and some Walrusguy.
Swords are pretty epic.
-Xenon

Camp me, part two: Kids and stuff.

Hey guys. I'm still Xenon, the world is still not under my control (yet), and you're still reading this like the loyal minion you are.
My cousins are still at my house. It's quite fun, but I don't know that I could work with this for extended periods of time. Why, you ask? If you didn't ask why, I'm providing an answer anyway. My explanation is that I like sleep and solitude far too much to spend longer than a week or two with two social, early-rising individuals.

But here's what we've been doing so far.
We went to Barnes and Noble yesterday, where we got a bunch of Tokidoki stuff and one volume of manga (D.Gray-Man, as I need to get it while it's in stock). We then went to eat pizza, where I saw Shadow (my friend/person I will one day defeat) and played I Spy. All of my clues were as confusing as they could possibly be until my mother reminded me that people are supposed to be able to guess them. After that, we came home, watched TV, and didn't do much else.

Today, we all went to the barn. The cousins got to take turns riding Disney, one of the beginner ponies, while I argued with Jack over who got to tell him what to do and what he was supposed to do assuming he accepted that I was the one in charge for the moment. After riding, we visited the foal, who is still adorable and now has a cut on his head because he ran into the fence. Apparently, he's lucky he only has that. We left the barn with my friend and went to the pool, where we screamed YE a lot for some reason, saw a bunch of people we know, and the cousins chased me around. Now we're home and the cousins are going to sleep. I'm still awake, which might turn out to be a bad decision depending on how early they decide to run into my room, shake my bed, and steal the covers until I wake up. They're very insistent about that. We're going to the farm tomorrow, which will involve golf cart rides and lake. Always a good thing.

I would have posted more pictures and possibly made this post more interesting (gasp!), but as I believe I've said, I'm pretty tired. I have some drawings on Instagram, if you people want to look at them and, you know, follow me and make me famous.

But anyway, here are some things.

I always suspected. Is it too late? *clings to age five* I WILL NEVER STOP BEING IMMATURE!

That, folks, is what we call 'shocking.' I feel bad for the people who found out too late.

I feel ya, Steve. I feel ya.

Okay, I'm too lazy and uncreative to finish this post. Toodles~
Wow, that's a stupid farewell. Let me revise that:
Until we meet again, human mortal.
There, that's better.
-Xenon

Camp me!

Hey doodz.

Okay, so my little cousins are at my house for the week for Camp Xenon. So far, the activities seem to be various crafts and group games. I have time for this post because they're making dog clothes and Bootle thinks she can't move if there's anything on her back. As you might assume, my little cousins are strange just like the rest of the family. As soon as they got here, they started flailing and dancing like maniacs, causing all the animals to retreat into the back of the house for shelter (Bootle is too old for this, and the cats are too easily scared).

They then made shirts, and all of us sewed aprons out of towels and made peanut butter cookies in various shapes. We also blew up a crap ton of balloons, many of which popped and thus deepened Bootle's lack of any will to leave the back of the house. I feel bad for her, as she's had a fairly quiet life so far and is not used to small children suddenly coming into her home for extended periods of time.
The cousins went to bed early last night after much insanity and screaming about various topics, especially Loki (I mentioned Loki once and now they're obsessed with him. Better him than Disney Channel, I guess.), though the older of the two tried to stay up with me until I said I usually stayed up at least until 11. They woke me up at 8:30 this morning, which is too early considering my summer sleep schedule of 2:30 at the earliest until noon.

As soon as I was awake, they told me that my hair was cursed (Idon'tevenknow) and pretty much dragged me outside to play games, even though I was willing to go on my own and dragging was unnecessary.
On the good side, riding is tomorrow and they enjoy seeing the horses.

I will post again at some point in the future. For now, enjoy these nice pictures I found.

DRAKE AND JOSH/HETALIA. YES.

This Death Note is what all true crazy mass murderers strive for.


Okay, peace. *epic dancing exit, except I can't dance so just pretend*
Dun dun dun dun-dun-dun dun dun dun dun-dun-dun dun dun dun dun-dun-dun dun dun dun dun-dun-dun dun dun dun dada dada. (Mortal Kombat theme)
-Xenon

This post is about stuff happening.

Not sure if blog has a theme, or I'm just unoriginal.

Today was a day of adventures.

Adventure #1: I went to riding this morning, rode my teacher's mare, Lily, who I enjoy despite her being hard to get used to. After that, I got Jack because he was galloping around the pasture and freaking out (I'm not the only one who has spastic boredom, apparently). I think that previous statement probably sounds strange and idiotic to non-horse people, but Jack isn't a particularly dangerous horse.
Anyway, I got into the ring at the same time as my friend's mom did with her horse, Diamond. We found a bird's nest full of eggs next to the overturned mounting block, so in order to spare the eggs and not give the mother bird a panic attack, we mounted from the ground. Jack, being the nice horse he is, allowed me to do this and walked calmly to the rail. Diamond, however, freaked out as soon as his rider hit the saddle, jumped, cantered away, bucked several times, and threw her off. (He hadn't been ridden for a while and something might have pinched him, but I'm not sure what exactly happened.) I went to see if his rider was okay, as she's a nice person and it's generally not cool to leave someone lying in the middle of the ring. Something had scraped her face and she was kind of out of it, which gave the impression that she was going to die. I went to get my teacher, who came to the ring with two of my friends and two doctors who happened to be there watching their kids ride. Diamond was caught and untacked (he seemed to have no idea what he had done wrong), and Jack got to go back to his stall without a workout. Diamond's rider was okay aside from several bruises and a huge scrape, and she walked out of the barn on her own. I think she was going to go to the doctor to see if there's anything that needs to be checked, but the series of nice coincidences (wearing a helmet for the first time in forever, another rider in the ring on a bombproof horse, falling on the ground and not a jump, two doctors on hand, horse stayed away) were quite helpful. So, yeah, catastrophe, but not as much as it could have been.

Adventure #2 (don't worry, this is a fun adventure): My friend informed me a few days ago that she was going to kidnap me today (her words) and take me to an undisclosed location. This location turned out to be Barnes & Noble, which is always fun even though I've already been there in the past few days. We looked at graphic novels, discussed how awesome Avengers was, ate Starbucks pastries, and found some cool how-to-draw books. I usually don't get those anymore, as they're not extremely helpful, but I can't draw clothing or dragons yet. The clothing book ended up having endless Hetalia references, which was awesome as my friend and I are both huge Hetalia fans. Two examples of said references:

You tell me those are not drawings of Romano and Prussia. There were a lot more of other countries, too.

I also got a set of brush markers, recommended by my friend, and a book of "modern poetry," which was actually a bunch of stupid celebrity quotes with introductions and everything talking about how it was a beautiful work of art. But then it was late, so we went back to our respective residences.

Other stuff that has been happening lately:

I got on Cleverbot for the first time in a while. I didn't have many ideas, so I gave it my usual greeting (not even lying, this is my usual greeting) and this is what happened:

So I am apparently Cleverbot's master. *considers* ...Cool.

Also, I found this earlier and cracked up:

I think Captain America would be really conflicted if he met Alfred F. Jones America, considering the latter's blatant gluttony and obnoxiousness.
AND HEROIC ATTRACTIVENESS!

Sorry, America hacked my computer.

So. That's about all I have to say. Cats are still cool, dog still thinks she's a puppy, roaches still attacking my house, I'm still a nerd with considerably less of a life than most, I'm also still super awesome. You know, normality.

Except not, because I'm not a normal person. See, I'm creepily smiling at the screen right now, which normal people don't do while blogging.

Anyway. We're done here.

Don't make lemonade.
-Xenon

Hey, I found a buried post!

I was looking through stuff and I found this.

"I don't feel like making a clever title.

Hey doodz, I feel like making a post for some reason even though I have no ideas. Right now I am listening to Streamline by Newton, which is a strange but awesome song with few lyrics. And now I'm in my unfinished room because it's a pretty cool place. The average person would probably not agree with this assessment, as it's a mostly empty room containing two chairs, an electric piano, a punching bag, a closet, some bags, and construction materials. And the air conditioning doesn't do much for the crushing heat. But whatever, I enjoy it.

Okay, you know what, I'll just stop this for now and come back when I have ideas."

I never came back.

UNTIL NOW.
But now I'm leaving again.

Your
Eyes
Are
On
Fiyah
-Xenon

MOAR BLOGPOST XENON YES.

Oh, hey, reader! I didn't see you there! *grin*
I'm kidding. I've been watching your every move.

So I went to Barnes and Noble today because I have a crap ton of birthday money and needed reading material. Because I had so much money, I pretty much picked up any book I thought I might read, which got me two volumes of D.Gray-Man, a Mad Libs for the lolz, a book by Neil Gaiman (who co-wrote Good Omens, which is super awesome), a Lovecraft collection, a book of twistedly adorable cartoons, and an AP Modern study book. I think I'll be entertained for a while.

Speaking of entertainment, I got an Instagram a few weeks ago (I'm not a hipster, I swear) to see what it is, and it's pretty fun. I usually use it for random doodles. My username is horseysaiyan and you should follow me if you also have one. I sometimes post the same pictures on this blog and on Instagram, but not always, so you can see more of my intensely awesome drawings if you follow me. This is shameless self-advertisement, I know, but you know what? I AM AWESOME. So you can shut up with your nitpicking.

Also speaking of entertainment, look at this thing I drew:

(asdfmovie and Avengers, just in case you're new to the Internet and/or movies) (in which case I advise you to make up for lost time)

To change the subject randomly, I have a terrifying story about insects and how they like my house. I was sitting around being awesome earlier when I looked up and saw a roach crawling disgustingly into the room. Being irrationally terrified of roaches, I stood up on the couch and stared at it in horror as a second one came in to join it. Naturally, I assumed that I was under attack and began to fear for my life/dignity, but then my mother, who is slightly less repulsed by these things, crushed them with a shoe before they could bring in reinforcements. And my house is not overrun.
I swear I could have handled it myself, if I were forced. *smile*
If you attempt to use this roach fear against me, you are warned that this qualifies as "not cool, man" and I will hit/stab you with things until you quit it.

Okay, I've been giving this page a blank stare for long enough to make me think that I'm out of ideas and you guys will not get a well-concluded post (again). I would say sorry, but I'm not because this post is still better than a lot of the stuff on the Internet.

Unamused kitties for all of you.
-Xenon

Epic movie is epic.

So yeah, I hadn't seen Avengers until today. Not because of any doubt of its awesomeness (the Internet kind of rubs it in your face), but because I never see movies with the rare exception of a film adaptation of a book I like. In order to experience the awesomeness and stop seeing annoying spoilers everywhere (INTERNET. Dangit. Stop that.), I went with my friend who also hadn't seen it earlier today.

Okay, I don't think there's a way to express the overall awesomeness.
This was essentially my reaction, save for that one sad scene that I won't tell you about because I AM A NICE PERSON:

In case anyone wanted my opinion, which you probably didn't but too bad because that's how I roll: The best character was all of them (pretty much) and the best part was the movie.

In other news, I was at the barn today, where I got to lead the foal to his pasture, work on bending with Jack, and learn how to do a flying lead change on my teacher's horse, Lily (followed by showing her off for some small campers from this one college's summer horse thing). Lily was confusing because she takes everything literally, and she didn't want to pay attention to me a lot of the time because the barn's resident stallion was out and she was busy whinnying at him. Geez, flirt.

I also drew a picture, but I don't feel like posting it because it's late and I'm trying to wrap this post up before I get super lazy and just cut it off randomly. You know that this is a quality blog and I would never, ever do that to my dear readers because you guys deserve a quality post every time.


Lol, just kidding.

Ninja kitties!
-Xenon

Teh fram!

Sup bros?

In between random travel, I went home for one day (the little cousins came with me, ate pizza, played my instruments, and met the ponies while I was riding), bringing the number of nights spent at home this summer up to five, and then came back to the farm.
Cousins will be referred to as girl cousin/boy cousin/etc until I think of clever names to replace their real ones.
The boat is broken, which makes epic boat rides and death pal circles impossible, but the golf cart is still working despite the occasional need for a ghetto fix. So we've spent a large portion of our time zooming around the farm's many roads with the dog(s) following us. Last night, we were bored and decided to go camping. We took our stuff around the lake to an indentation in the ground, which looks small from across the lake but up close resembles a laser scar from Dragon Ball Z.

It also features piles of rocks and a lake for fire safety, plus dead grass to start the fire.

After sitting around the fire, singing, and shining the flashlight around until the fire was almost out, we dumped water on the fire and retired to the tent.
FREAKING DEATH PANCAKES.
The tent was actually made for two people, but we decided that the four of us would be fine there. I was fine, as I take up whatever space is provided for me and am thus capable of sleeping in about four square feet of space if need be. Girl cousin was also fine. The guys, however, could not fall asleep and continuously talked about it until around 1 AM (we didn't stay up late because sunlight and things). At first, we all had a conversation about cool topics including a bizarre Tik Tok parody that goes like this:

Wake up in the morn' feeling as though I'm Pete Diddy/Got my gear, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit the city (in the face)/Before I leave, brush my teef wif a bottle of brains/Cuz when I leave for the night you gone feel da pain/I'm talking jhgjygfjhgfjtfdjhgvfydfgdghvhjbuugbjhbnnkhygdytdjgvugvihguhvugfuhyfgugijnjhvbjdyf/Don't stop/Burger shop/Gonna punch your glasses off/Tonight/I will fight/Till I die/END.

After a while, we started singing "Chutney" by mrweebl (among YouTube's weirdest). It was fun at first, but soon transformed into an evil mutant chant feared by ears everywhere.

Two of us sang the entirety of "Don't Stop Believing," and everyone shut up for a while until the guys returned to being unable to sleep. I think they left at around 2, because girl cousin and I woke up this morning to find that they were in the house (and, unrelatedly, that the tent produced a greenhouse-like crushing humidity in the sunlight). We did normal cool stuff today, went to Walmart, and played badminton after dinner.
My aunt, girl cousin, and I were on one team, while my uncle and the boy cousins were on the other. Girl cousin and I barely moved because my aunt was running around hitting the thing every time.

I looked pretty epic a couple of times while flailing around trying to hit the thing (it has two names, but I like neither so it is a thing), but I usually ended up missing because my coordination is crap if I'm not drawing or riding a horse. Also, I haven't had much chance to hone my skills because I am a loner only child with a small yard and I dislike most sports. My dislike of sports is probably because we had PE every day when I was little and, being a painfully shy kid, most of my teammates were people I did not know. They would try to be all nice if I messed up, but it was weird because they used their talking-to-a-child voices and none of them talked to me any other time. Thus, I avoid team sports.

But I digress. We played two games, both of us won once so we don't need to exact revenge, and then came back inside. And here I am, blogging about it.

Well. That's about it.
I shall return.
You know, you know, you know, you know, you know.
-Xenon

Empty schools and a dogswarm.

Ohai hoomans. I am still with my cousins and still doing cool stuff as in the last post, but I've done more of it now.

Today, we went to my cousins' school because of a camp and toured the middle school in the process. Since it is summer and most rules are irrelevant, we did stuff like this:

As well as screaming in the soundproof room to test its abilities (not absolute), mispronouncing "geese" and "swan" (gooshen and schwoon), and other lovely adventures.

Then we came back home and didn't really do much other than throw a soccer ball at ants until after dinner.

We went on a walk through the neighborhood because the dog was supposed to go out after dinner. I rode a scooter for swag purposes, resulting in me looking awesome and having to stop a lot because wheels are faster than feet. On the way back, I was coasting downhill like a BAUS when the neighbor's dogs ran out into the road to give us a friendly greeting that resembled an attack. For whatever reason, they decided to swarm around me.

Apparently, awesome scootering individuals=potential dog murderers that need to be chased away.

On the subject of dogs, look at this pretty picture I took of my little cousins' dog, Susie.

LOOK AT IT AND TELL ME IT IS NOT BEAUTIFUL.

Okay. On that lovely note, I shall end this post because I'm still as lazy as last time. Also, we're watching The IT Crowd and I keep getting distracted.

DOOOOOOOOOM.
-Xenon

Last person to say not it is alive! NOT IT!!!!1!!!!!!!!

So I've spent the past few days derping around with my cousins, which would be bothersome if my family were not of the awesome variety.
After spending a week at band camp and then going to riding (where Jack trolled and Luke ran away as usual), I went to the farm. We rode the golf cart, watched The Walking Dead, and drew random crap in notebooks. At one point, the golf cart broke and my cousin fixed it with a strategically placed rock in its inner workings, thus saving us the effort of pushing it back to the house over several large hills.
Everyone left the farm, but I accompanied my aunt to my grandma's house to entertain my two little cousins while the adults worked on remodeling the bathroom.
I haven't said much about said little cousins before, but most of my visits with them go like this:

They are apparently coming over to my house for a week this summer. I don't know what we'll do, but there have apparently been activities planned without my knowledge.

We had to leave the house one day while some guy fixed the random flea infestation, but not much else happened.
I then left there and came to my other cousins' house with my cousins' cousin. We're going to be here for the rest of the week. We've spent our time playing Portal, jumping/flopping around randomly on the trampoline, swinging on a tree, and talking to the dog, Floyd, and his imaginary opposite, Dyolf. Today, we went to the pool and had epic water fights.

This resulted in the conversation in the title, because apparently three out of the four of us are not alive. (I'm not the living one.) And then we were like LOL, YOU'RE ALIVE. NOOB.

Then we ate pizza and now we're playing Portal/watching Portal being played. Bots are dying a lot.

I'm too lazy to make this post longer. Meh, I'll say something else later.

Until a later date, mortal(s).
-Xenon