Hey guys. I don't know exactly what I'm doing posting right now, as I have nothing interesting to talk about except my weird new dress which you most definitely don't want to hear about.
So, in case anyone hasn't seen this, go on YouTube and look up This Is Aperture. The song is incredible and makes me a very very happy Portal fan. And if you don't know what Portal is, SHUN THE NONBELIEVER. SHUUUUUUUUUUUUUN. And go get Portal because it is a wonderful way to spend hours of your time. The time it consumes varies depending on your ability to test. Under threat of neurotoxin. And bullets. And evil acidic slime. And other dangers.
This is turning into an advertisement for Portal, isn't it? Well, to quote Hiei, "What is that ridiculous growth sticking out of your head all about?"
That wasn't irrelevant or anything.
I'm running out of ideas. Best to end this post now.
BARBEQUUUUUUUUUUUUUE!
-Xenon
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Smaller me was a cat.
Surprisingly, I don't think I've mentioned this here before despite its being a fairly huge part of my life, but I'm mentioning it now. Brace yourself.
When I was a little kid, I constantly acted like a cat for no apparent reason. This wasn't just the occasional pretending game, it was constant. When I was sleeping, I slept curled up.
When I woke up, I did cat stretches.
And then I walked around on all fours all day and ended up having ridiculous child abs as a result.
I thought it was great, but looking back I'm pretty sure people wondered about me. There was also the time when I had an Ord costume from Dragon Tales that I wore everywhere for a year, but that's a different story.
My cat obsession, fed by The Aristocats and my own cat, Buster, is why I have a scar on my face now (if you didn't know that, now you do). I enjoyed following Buster around on all fours and pretending to be a cat, and one day he decided I needed to quit doing that.
The scar is kind of hard to notice now, but you can still tell if you look enough. I know they make that stuff that you can put on a scar to make it go away, but it's not an ugly scar and it reminds me of Buster, who was an awesomely fantastic cat, so I never wanted to use that.
Thus concludes the story of my child self's cat obsession. Kind of.
Also, looking back at my childhood, I realize that the only time I ever acted like a normal kid was when I thought I was supposed to act all girly and annoying. When I got out of that phase, I went back to my strangeness. Insanity, at least my brand, is born, not made.
Now I'm done.
Meow mew meoooooow meow meow.
-Xenon
When I was a little kid, I constantly acted like a cat for no apparent reason. This wasn't just the occasional pretending game, it was constant. When I was sleeping, I slept curled up.
When I woke up, I did cat stretches.
And then I walked around on all fours all day and ended up having ridiculous child abs as a result.
I thought it was great, but looking back I'm pretty sure people wondered about me. There was also the time when I had an Ord costume from Dragon Tales that I wore everywhere for a year, but that's a different story.
My cat obsession, fed by The Aristocats and my own cat, Buster, is why I have a scar on my face now (if you didn't know that, now you do). I enjoyed following Buster around on all fours and pretending to be a cat, and one day he decided I needed to quit doing that.
The scar is kind of hard to notice now, but you can still tell if you look enough. I know they make that stuff that you can put on a scar to make it go away, but it's not an ugly scar and it reminds me of Buster, who was an awesomely fantastic cat, so I never wanted to use that.
Thus concludes the story of my child self's cat obsession. Kind of.
Also, looking back at my childhood, I realize that the only time I ever acted like a normal kid was when I thought I was supposed to act all girly and annoying. When I got out of that phase, I went back to my strangeness. Insanity, at least my brand, is born, not made.
Now I'm done.
Meow mew meoooooow meow meow.
-Xenon
Saturday, January 28, 2012
A very non-canon Death Note and Portal thing involving Light and Mello and a really long title.
Remember when the platform was sliding into the fire pit and we said,
And you were like,
And then I was all,
Ah. That was great.
Yeah... I was bored.
Target lost. Naptime.
-Xenon
And you were like,
And then I was all,
Ah. That was great.
Yeah... I was bored.
Target lost. Naptime.
-Xenon
Today's adventure: Drawing on a construction site. And then over-analyzing my drawing skills.
Hello, humanoid readers. And non-humanoid ones, though you guys are definitely a minority here.
Today, my father was working on getting my room back to livable condition (it's undergoing renovation because the ceiling was sagging and somehow fixing the ceiling turned into redoing the room and adding half the attic to it) and told me that I needed to go up there and draw/use teh interwebz. Which was okay, except that there was construction going on and construction involves saws, which are loud. So every few minutes, I would be minding my own business and suddenly there would be this ridiculous screaming noise punching my ears in.
Despite this, I actually did get a picture started. It was of a character in a story I'm writing, and it was going okay despite my not having much of an idea of where her limbs should go. (Side note: I have this problem because I'm awkward and am usually not aware of where my limbs are until I look and wonder what my arm is doing twisting off sideways or holding my other arm for no apparent reason.) But then this happened:
I realize that you probably don't care, so I'll shut up.
About that.
One of the alley cats scratched me again today. I was all "Hi Peel! Come chase this stick-type thing I have!" and Peel said "No. Hands are more fun to scratch." And then my hand and I were very sad and Peel didn't care much. By the way, yes, the cat's name is Peel (his full name is Dr. Banana Peel). He is an interesting kitty and has a brother named Smoke who acts like he isn't scared of me until I'm directly in front of him and a sibling whose gender is unidentified named Boo2 (I don't think there's a real spelling) who has an all-consuming, irrational fear of humans. And then there's their mother, Hermione, who is indifferent to everyone but lets me pet her.
It suddenly got dark while I was writing that. I had to turn the lamp on. My wonderful Saturday! It is drawing to a close!
I got to ride my horse today. He was being frustrating, but I still enjoy him because he is Jack and Jack is a nice pony despite his occasional stubbornness and constant wish to go faster. I need to ride him more.
I hate how every time there's a break or a weekend, the teachers all think they can assign extra homework/projects because we have extra time to do the work. They don't seem to register that most humans have actual lives and that we need breaks to get back to those after an eternity of schoolwork.
And now I must depart. Take care of yourselves, humans. And animals and plants.
CHEESE PUFFS.
-Xenon
Today, my father was working on getting my room back to livable condition (it's undergoing renovation because the ceiling was sagging and somehow fixing the ceiling turned into redoing the room and adding half the attic to it) and told me that I needed to go up there and draw/use teh interwebz. Which was okay, except that there was construction going on and construction involves saws, which are loud. So every few minutes, I would be minding my own business and suddenly there would be this ridiculous screaming noise punching my ears in.
Despite this, I actually did get a picture started. It was of a character in a story I'm writing, and it was going okay despite my not having much of an idea of where her limbs should go. (Side note: I have this problem because I'm awkward and am usually not aware of where my limbs are until I look and wonder what my arm is doing twisting off sideways or holding my other arm for no apparent reason.) But then this happened:
I realize that you probably don't care, so I'll shut up.
About that.
One of the alley cats scratched me again today. I was all "Hi Peel! Come chase this stick-type thing I have!" and Peel said "No. Hands are more fun to scratch." And then my hand and I were very sad and Peel didn't care much. By the way, yes, the cat's name is Peel (his full name is Dr. Banana Peel). He is an interesting kitty and has a brother named Smoke who acts like he isn't scared of me until I'm directly in front of him and a sibling whose gender is unidentified named Boo2 (I don't think there's a real spelling) who has an all-consuming, irrational fear of humans. And then there's their mother, Hermione, who is indifferent to everyone but lets me pet her.
It suddenly got dark while I was writing that. I had to turn the lamp on. My wonderful Saturday! It is drawing to a close!
I got to ride my horse today. He was being frustrating, but I still enjoy him because he is Jack and Jack is a nice pony despite his occasional stubbornness and constant wish to go faster. I need to ride him more.
I hate how every time there's a break or a weekend, the teachers all think they can assign extra homework/projects because we have extra time to do the work. They don't seem to register that most humans have actual lives and that we need breaks to get back to those after an eternity of schoolwork.
And now I must depart. Take care of yourselves, humans. And animals and plants.
CHEESE PUFFS.
-Xenon
Friday, January 27, 2012
Stop bullying. Support Matsuda.
[click the picture if you can't read it]
Don't worry, Matsuda, I always found you enjoyable.
We got random donuts during French today. That's all I have to say right now.
TRUMOO!
-Xenon
Oh wait! I remembered an idea I had earlier for the worst game ever. You get the game, spend forever making the coolest character in existence, start playing, and die in the first cutscene. And then the game is over. And the people who made the game are all *trollface*.
Now that's all. Laterz.
Don't worry, Matsuda, I always found you enjoyable.
We got random donuts during French today. That's all I have to say right now.
TRUMOO!
-Xenon
Oh wait! I remembered an idea I had earlier for the worst game ever. You get the game, spend forever making the coolest character in existence, start playing, and die in the first cutscene. And then the game is over. And the people who made the game are all *trollface*.
Now that's all. Laterz.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Stop feeding cyanide to my chinchilla!
Nuh-uh, you need to quit giving my parakeet antifreeze!
W
...Oh, hi. I was just yelling at my imaginary friend who I didn't have until right now and actually is still nonexistent. Are you judging me? DO I SEE YOU JUDGING ME!??! I'LL JUDGE YOUR FACE!
FOR SUCKING!
...IT'S GOING TO WIN THE SUCK COMPETITION!
h
AND THEN... YOU'LL BE SAD...
Because your face sucks.
Um... And...
Okay. Fine. I'll shut up. Because I'm the mature one. Maybe you could learn a lesson or two from that. *glare*
C
Oh, and by the way, I am going to eat your soul. Now on to the point of this, if I ever actually had one.
My cat is purring because he's a cat and he does this. And if you've read some of my slightly older posts, you'll know that I'm also slightly suspicious of his motives in being adorable. I should probably be doing something productive right now, but you know what? Productivity is for n00bs who can't make a cake. Just like logic.
Other things I have to say: Macbeth movie (I can say Macbeth because, last I checked, my house is a house and not a theater) is definitely Harry Potter in disguise. With random Scottish communism and such. Oh, and witches who belong in a horror movie. So yeah, pretty entertaining.
You know, I should start tying the random subjects here in with something. So here's a sheep that ties in with a fence.
That's everything I can think of to say right now.
I will rule the world!
-Xenon
W
...Oh, hi. I was just yelling at my imaginary friend who I didn't have until right now and actually is still nonexistent. Are you judging me? DO I SEE YOU JUDGING ME!??! I'LL JUDGE YOUR FACE!
FOR SUCKING!
...IT'S GOING TO WIN THE SUCK COMPETITION!
h
AND THEN... YOU'LL BE SAD...
Because your face sucks.
Um... And...
Okay. Fine. I'll shut up. Because I'm the mature one. Maybe you could learn a lesson or two from that. *glare*
C
Oh, and by the way, I am going to eat your soul. Now on to the point of this, if I ever actually had one.
My cat is purring because he's a cat and he does this. And if you've read some of my slightly older posts, you'll know that I'm also slightly suspicious of his motives in being adorable. I should probably be doing something productive right now, but you know what? Productivity is for n00bs who can't make a cake. Just like logic.
Other things I have to say: Macbeth movie (I can say Macbeth because, last I checked, my house is a house and not a theater) is definitely Harry Potter in disguise. With random Scottish communism and such. Oh, and witches who belong in a horror movie. So yeah, pretty entertaining.
You know, I should start tying the random subjects here in with something. So here's a sheep that ties in with a fence.
That's everything I can think of to say right now.
I will rule the world!
-Xenon
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
I like Trans.
Title explanation: French classwork involving a kid named Tran. And the I Like Trains Kid, though that was just implied.
That reminded me of one of my random stories I wrote during study hall once. It involved Salt Baby (a giant baby made of grass from an older story) and two other people at the mall, where one of the strange things was the exit sign that said 'MANGO' but 'exit' was implied.
...I don't even remember why I started this post. Self, why did you start this post? No reason? NOT A GOOD ANSWER, SELF.
Ahem.
So I remembered because people have begun to mention it recently that Valentine's Day is coming up. From someone like me, you might expect a rant/comment on how stupid the entire holiday is, but nope. I somewhat like candy, and Valentine's Day supplies plenty of that. Of course, depending on the circumstances, a lot of the candy is just to make up for being forever alone while watching all the couples being extra annoying all day, but I can ignore that if I have sufficient sugar. Maybe? *dramatic sniff* But I'm getting off topic, and that's bad since I never had a very clear point to this in the first place. It's like there's a train going along on an unfamiliar track and it derails but somehow jumps onto another track, and then it does it again three times before derailing. And then it jumps onto yet another track that leads to an undisclosed destination.
...That sounds like the coolest train ever. How much is a ticket and can I ever get off of it if it gets boring?
I just took the subject from trains to Salt Baby to Valentine's Day to sugar and back to trains. Hold your applause, because I'm about to take it to some other topics.
And then you can applaud. Violently, if you wish.
And also if you don't wish, because it would be amusing if people reading this suddenly began roaring and slamming their hands together and onto the surrounding furniture and innocent bystanders.
So I was drawing a picture with a bunch of Death Note characters for Vday (which is a stupid thing to call it but I'm too lazy to type it out and apparently not too lazy to type this long explanation of it) that ended up having less to do with romance and more to do with food. Mainly because I have yet to find an anime pairing that I like, but that's a story for another day (and by that I mean never). I would show it to you people, but I prefer to wait and repair any stupidity-based mistakes before I post it on teh interwebz. So basically, this was completely pointless. Good job, me! *high fives self* *so basically just claps* *oh shut up, which is apparently an action*
NANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANA BATMAAAAAAAAAAAAN! (Count the NAs because I got them right.)
I'm pretty much just wasting your time now.
Ghostie wostie antimatter!
-Xenon
That reminded me of one of my random stories I wrote during study hall once. It involved Salt Baby (a giant baby made of grass from an older story) and two other people at the mall, where one of the strange things was the exit sign that said 'MANGO' but 'exit' was implied.
...I don't even remember why I started this post. Self, why did you start this post? No reason? NOT A GOOD ANSWER, SELF.
Ahem.
So I remembered because people have begun to mention it recently that Valentine's Day is coming up. From someone like me, you might expect a rant/comment on how stupid the entire holiday is, but nope. I somewhat like candy, and Valentine's Day supplies plenty of that. Of course, depending on the circumstances, a lot of the candy is just to make up for being forever alone while watching all the couples being extra annoying all day, but I can ignore that if I have sufficient sugar. Maybe? *dramatic sniff* But I'm getting off topic, and that's bad since I never had a very clear point to this in the first place. It's like there's a train going along on an unfamiliar track and it derails but somehow jumps onto another track, and then it does it again three times before derailing. And then it jumps onto yet another track that leads to an undisclosed destination.
...That sounds like the coolest train ever. How much is a ticket and can I ever get off of it if it gets boring?
I just took the subject from trains to Salt Baby to Valentine's Day to sugar and back to trains. Hold your applause, because I'm about to take it to some other topics.
And then you can applaud. Violently, if you wish.
And also if you don't wish, because it would be amusing if people reading this suddenly began roaring and slamming their hands together and onto the surrounding furniture and innocent bystanders.
So I was drawing a picture with a bunch of Death Note characters for Vday (which is a stupid thing to call it but I'm too lazy to type it out and apparently not too lazy to type this long explanation of it) that ended up having less to do with romance and more to do with food. Mainly because I have yet to find an anime pairing that I like, but that's a story for another day (and by that I mean never). I would show it to you people, but I prefer to wait and repair any stupidity-based mistakes before I post it on teh interwebz. So basically, this was completely pointless. Good job, me! *high fives self* *so basically just claps* *oh shut up, which is apparently an action*
NANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANA BATMAAAAAAAAAAAAN! (Count the NAs because I got them right.)
I'm pretty much just wasting your time now.
Ghostie wostie antimatter!
-Xenon
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
I am feeling hyperactive today.
And I should probably be sleeping, but I'm not tired right now. And it's late because I was doing cool band stuff all afternoon and then I had to write a paragraph for something that the class apparently covered while I was gone. I'm grateful for my mad Shakespeare reading skills which I may or may not have.
But anyway, I've been wanting to do something awesome all day and I don't have any time. And by awesome, I mean I want to go on a really fast roller coaster or kick my horse and see what happens or watch ten horror movies or get on my bike and race around for no reason or draw an amazing picture of some sort or write a novel or play Portal/some cool game for hours or begin my quest for world domination or learn to play guitar. I have so many ideas. I'm like Phineas and Ferb up in here. But with less building things and also I don't exactly know what I meant by that.
Watch out, I'm a ninja. Okay, maybe I'm not. But I could just be saying that. *serious face*
Okay, I should probably eat less candy at the next basketball game.
Stopping this so that I can actually sleep tonight.
PASTAAAAA~
-Xenon
But anyway, I've been wanting to do something awesome all day and I don't have any time. And by awesome, I mean I want to go on a really fast roller coaster or kick my horse and see what happens or watch ten horror movies or get on my bike and race around for no reason or draw an amazing picture of some sort or write a novel or play Portal/some cool game for hours or begin my quest for world domination or learn to play guitar. I have so many ideas. I'm like Phineas and Ferb up in here. But with less building things and also I don't exactly know what I meant by that.
Watch out, I'm a ninja. Okay, maybe I'm not. But I could just be saying that. *serious face*
Okay, I should probably eat less candy at the next basketball game.
Stopping this so that I can actually sleep tonight.
PASTAAAAA~
-Xenon
Monday, January 23, 2012
Hey you guys! I'm not saying anything in particular!
Consider yourself warned.
So firstly, I got a page view from Germany today in addition to the several Americans and Russians I always have! Hallo! Du bist mien Freund! Danke!
I tried to make that sentence as simple as possible, but please forgive any grammar mistakes I might have still made. I'm using my limited knowledge of the language because I think it's probably better than online translators. Which, by the way, is why that sentence was so short.
In other news, have you guys noticed how catchy everything sounds in Japanese? The entire language is all "Hey, listen to me. I sound epic. And now I'm pretty. And now I'm adorable. Back to epic, now to cute. Pretty. Epic. Adorable. Epic again. And so on." It's like Japanese people are trying to make people who speak other languages feel inferior. Not to diss other languages, as I enjoy most if not all of them, but seriously? Japan gets cool everything. I want to go there.
And everywhere else.
Maybe when I rule the world, I can finally go everywhere.
Would be nice.
I'm pressing enter a lot.
.
A lot.
Pressing.
Am.
Enter.
I
.
Yes.
Judging by my sudden descent into nonsense, I think I've exhausted my topics for today.
Don't move!
-Xenon
So firstly, I got a page view from Germany today in addition to the several Americans and Russians I always have! Hallo! Du bist mien Freund! Danke!
I tried to make that sentence as simple as possible, but please forgive any grammar mistakes I might have still made. I'm using my limited knowledge of the language because I think it's probably better than online translators. Which, by the way, is why that sentence was so short.
In other news, have you guys noticed how catchy everything sounds in Japanese? The entire language is all "Hey, listen to me. I sound epic. And now I'm pretty. And now I'm adorable. Back to epic, now to cute. Pretty. Epic. Adorable. Epic again. And so on." It's like Japanese people are trying to make people who speak other languages feel inferior. Not to diss other languages, as I enjoy most if not all of them, but seriously? Japan gets cool everything. I want to go there.
And everywhere else.
Maybe when I rule the world, I can finally go everywhere.
Would be nice.
I'm pressing enter a lot.
.
A lot.
Pressing.
Am.
Enter.
I
.
Yes.
Judging by my sudden descent into nonsense, I think I've exhausted my topics for today.
Don't move!
-Xenon
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Xenon Trolls a Program
So you know how I went to a band thing that involved playing music and going to concerts every night?
I got a program for one of the concerts, and this is what I did with it (I think you'll have to click the pictures to see right):
So yeah. This is what I do with my time.
Wasabiiiii!
-Xenon
I got a program for one of the concerts, and this is what I did with it (I think you'll have to click the pictures to see right):
So yeah. This is what I do with my time.
Wasabiiiii!
-Xenon
Friday, January 20, 2012
Honor bands and such
Hello, mortalkind. I am wearing a trench coat. Just saying.
So I didn't post yesterday because I was too lazy to figure out the hotel wifi and it was late. But I figured it out today and so I think I'll tell you about my trombonish adventures here at the band thing I'm doing.
We got there yesterday for auditions around 4. Despite being nervous, I was pretty sure I would survive. Everyone practiced for a while, and I was thinking that I could actually pull off the ridiculous étude we were assigned. I even managed to hit the high note for the first time ever. I went to the audition room reasonably confident of my success, forgetting that I am the worst auditioner ever.
I picked up my trombone and promptly forgot what the piece sounded like, what a slide position was supposed to do, and how to play trombone in general.
After enduring a few minutes of helplessly trying to play the same song I had flawlessly practiced just a few minutes before, I left the room. The judges inside gave me comments to the tune of "Oh, that's... really great. Yeah." I managed to forget about my disgrace to the name of all trombones by the end of the day, though, and the other bandies and I did some cool stuff, tried to eat dinner but instead got candy because dinner was expensive, went to a concert, and picked back up trying to find dinner. After a few minutes of walking around downtown, we found a Mexican place and went in.
The food was decent despite the salsa tasting slightly off, but I found the murals on the walls somewhat disquieting.
First, there was this:
Strange Mexican restaurants aside, we got our chair placements today. I got 12th chair in one of the lower bands, but it was not last and I should be grateful. We're playing some interesting songs, one of which involves continually maiming pieces of paper. As an artist (debatable, actually), this bothers me a little, but I'm willing to overlook it for the sake of music and destruction.
Also, my new Death Note (volume) finally arrived yesterday. I finished it today. I was satisfied with the ending despite that it involved [spoiler deleted]. If you don't stalk me in real life, sorry. There's really no way to know what I actually meant to say there before I so courteously removed the spoiler for future DN readers/watchers. And now I'm done with that series. Time to get back to FMA.
That's all for right now. I might come back at some point in the future.
NO! PLAY BETTER!
-Xenon
So I didn't post yesterday because I was too lazy to figure out the hotel wifi and it was late. But I figured it out today and so I think I'll tell you about my trombonish adventures here at the band thing I'm doing.
We got there yesterday for auditions around 4. Despite being nervous, I was pretty sure I would survive. Everyone practiced for a while, and I was thinking that I could actually pull off the ridiculous étude we were assigned. I even managed to hit the high note for the first time ever. I went to the audition room reasonably confident of my success, forgetting that I am the worst auditioner ever.
I picked up my trombone and promptly forgot what the piece sounded like, what a slide position was supposed to do, and how to play trombone in general.
After enduring a few minutes of helplessly trying to play the same song I had flawlessly practiced just a few minutes before, I left the room. The judges inside gave me comments to the tune of "Oh, that's... really great. Yeah." I managed to forget about my disgrace to the name of all trombones by the end of the day, though, and the other bandies and I did some cool stuff, tried to eat dinner but instead got candy because dinner was expensive, went to a concert, and picked back up trying to find dinner. After a few minutes of walking around downtown, we found a Mexican place and went in.
The food was decent despite the salsa tasting slightly off, but I found the murals on the walls somewhat disquieting.
First, there was this:
Strange Mexican restaurants aside, we got our chair placements today. I got 12th chair in one of the lower bands, but it was not last and I should be grateful. We're playing some interesting songs, one of which involves continually maiming pieces of paper. As an artist (debatable, actually), this bothers me a little, but I'm willing to overlook it for the sake of music and destruction.
Also, my new Death Note (volume) finally arrived yesterday. I finished it today. I was satisfied with the ending despite that it involved [spoiler deleted]. If you don't stalk me in real life, sorry. There's really no way to know what I actually meant to say there before I so courteously removed the spoiler for future DN readers/watchers. And now I'm done with that series. Time to get back to FMA.
That's all for right now. I might come back at some point in the future.
NO! PLAY BETTER!
-Xenon
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Message to the people who fail at delivering things
This is for the people sending me the volume of Death Note that I ordered. Read it if you wish and enjoy my passive aggression.
Dear whatever company is shipping this book,
So you know how I ordered some manga about two weeks ago?
...You know, actually, I'm beginning to doubt whether or not you remember. As you could probably tell by the fact that I, well, ordered it, I kind of want to read it. I don't want your substitutions made up mostly of oxygen and nitrogen, no matter how nice that empty space on the table looks. I want my reading material. I want to finish the story. I want to be safe from spoilers, which are already beginning to appear everywhere and I want to read this and deal with it myself. I want to add this to my list of finished manga. What I do not want is to wait until Monday or later, which is what I have to do because you fail at shipping books. And probably other things, too. Don't misunderstand me. I'm willing to cut you some slack if there are a lot of orders right now for some reason. But seriously, you told me it had shipped. About a week ago. What have you been doing this whole time?
I should probably wrap this up as it's not likely you'll ever read this.
I'll be waiting when you get here, delivery people. Keep that in mind.
Hugs and mortal peril,
Xenon
Edit: Apparently, the date it will arrive will be between tomorrow and the end of the month.
-.- Postage, I am dissapoint.
Another edit: They might have read this, as I got the book. Passive aggression FTW!
Dear whatever company is shipping this book,
So you know how I ordered some manga about two weeks ago?
...You know, actually, I'm beginning to doubt whether or not you remember. As you could probably tell by the fact that I, well, ordered it, I kind of want to read it. I don't want your substitutions made up mostly of oxygen and nitrogen, no matter how nice that empty space on the table looks. I want my reading material. I want to finish the story. I want to be safe from spoilers, which are already beginning to appear everywhere and I want to read this and deal with it myself. I want to add this to my list of finished manga. What I do not want is to wait until Monday or later, which is what I have to do because you fail at shipping books. And probably other things, too. Don't misunderstand me. I'm willing to cut you some slack if there are a lot of orders right now for some reason. But seriously, you told me it had shipped. About a week ago. What have you been doing this whole time?
I should probably wrap this up as it's not likely you'll ever read this.
I'll be waiting when you get here, delivery people. Keep that in mind.
Hugs and mortal peril,
Xenon
Edit: Apparently, the date it will arrive will be between tomorrow and the end of the month.
-.- Postage, I am dissapoint.
Another edit: They might have read this, as I got the book. Passive aggression FTW!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
The plural of walrus is walri.
And that has nothing to do with this post. Also, triangles.
What I wanted to say was that I keep getting views from Russia. Who are you, Russian people? How did you find my blog? Is my questionable use of the English language confusing? Am I really interesting enough for Russian people to read this blog almost daily? Can you teach me Russian?
Sorry, non-Russian readers. Who are probably just my friend who I know reads this and possibly some other random person. Here. This should make up for your wasted time reading this:
CHURROS.
I should also apologize to any ducks reading this because I don't have any grapes. Just lemonade made from OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAND combustible lemons and possibly some potato chips to EAT. And maybe a side of pastaaa, but it's been around for seven daaaaysssss so it might be kolkolkol... I mean cold. Maybe a dragon of the darkness flame could fix that, but I can't YAAAAAYYYYY right now. But in the meantime, could I interest you in some... Chocolate? Possibly to distract you from the bodies hitting the floor nearby?
Okay, guys. I just made at least one reference to 10 different things in that statement, if I counted right. You win virtual grapes and my eternal adoration if you can find and identify them all. And I mean that, because I made some pretty obscure/vague references there. And if it takes you a while, that's fine because I might not be able to post for the next few days as I'm going on a trip to play teh trombonez.
Good luck and pickles.
-Xenon
What I wanted to say was that I keep getting views from Russia. Who are you, Russian people? How did you find my blog? Is my questionable use of the English language confusing? Am I really interesting enough for Russian people to read this blog almost daily? Can you teach me Russian?
Sorry, non-Russian readers. Who are probably just my friend who I know reads this and possibly some other random person. Here. This should make up for your wasted time reading this:
CHURROS.
I should also apologize to any ducks reading this because I don't have any grapes. Just lemonade made from OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAND combustible lemons and possibly some potato chips to EAT. And maybe a side of pastaaa, but it's been around for seven daaaaysssss so it might be kolkolkol... I mean cold. Maybe a dragon of the darkness flame could fix that, but I can't YAAAAAYYYYY right now. But in the meantime, could I interest you in some... Chocolate? Possibly to distract you from the bodies hitting the floor nearby?
Okay, guys. I just made at least one reference to 10 different things in that statement, if I counted right. You win virtual grapes and my eternal adoration if you can find and identify them all. And I mean that, because I made some pretty obscure/vague references there. And if it takes you a while, that's fine because I might not be able to post for the next few days as I'm going on a trip to play teh trombonez.
Good luck and pickles.
-Xenon
This cupcake is great. It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking when there's Science to do...
Oh. Hi reader(s). I got a cupcake today, of you were wondering. It was good. I think more free cupcakes should be offered so that people will have more reason to study. It would raise the world's IQ, even if it made obesity worse. But hey! World hunger! Let's solve it!
Okay, yeah, one cupcake might not be enough. But it's worth something, isn't it? Cupcakes will save the world! I've solved the universe! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
And if I control the cupcakes... *evil grin*
Wow. I am really fixated on cupcakes today. And on world salvation/domination. I really wonder sometimes what's going on on my mind.
Oh! So today, we were told that leggings are out of dress code. We have uniforms. Leggings are not a bottom in themselves. So then bare legs are better? Am I missing something here? This does not seem to make sense...
Also, my Death Note (volume-I think you'd need to be scared if I actually had one, even if I didn't use it) has not arrived yet. This saddens me. I have to finish the story, Amazon people! THE STORY. I HAVE TO FINISH IT. I have to see what happens to Light Yagami and mentally edit the story if it's not bad enough! (Light, I tried to like you. I tried. But you crossed the line when [spoiler omitted].) This is frustrating! And if it doesn't come tomorrow, I have to wait until Monday! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! *overly dramatic flail*
I have surprisingly little to say today.
Death. Doom. Destruction.
-Xenon
Oh. Hi reader(s). I got a cupcake today, of you were wondering. It was good. I think more free cupcakes should be offered so that people will have more reason to study. It would raise the world's IQ, even if it made obesity worse. But hey! World hunger! Let's solve it!
Okay, yeah, one cupcake might not be enough. But it's worth something, isn't it? Cupcakes will save the world! I've solved the universe! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
And if I control the cupcakes... *evil grin*
Wow. I am really fixated on cupcakes today. And on world salvation/domination. I really wonder sometimes what's going on on my mind.
Oh! So today, we were told that leggings are out of dress code. We have uniforms. Leggings are not a bottom in themselves. So then bare legs are better? Am I missing something here? This does not seem to make sense...
Also, my Death Note (volume-I think you'd need to be scared if I actually had one, even if I didn't use it) has not arrived yet. This saddens me. I have to finish the story, Amazon people! THE STORY. I HAVE TO FINISH IT. I have to see what happens to Light Yagami and mentally edit the story if it's not bad enough! (Light, I tried to like you. I tried. But you crossed the line when [spoiler omitted].) This is frustrating! And if it doesn't come tomorrow, I have to wait until Monday! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! *overly dramatic flail*
I have surprisingly little to say today.
Death. Doom. Destruction.
-Xenon
Monday, January 16, 2012
I'm bored again...
And no one wants to be around when I'm bored.
Because that's when the pointless chibi arrive.
Of course, if you're my partner in Hiei obsession, you probably do want to be around when I'm bored. For teh lulz. And teh spiky hairz.
That's all. Have a nice millennium. Day. Whatever.
.
.
Why are you still reading this? Go do something productive. *is a hypocrite*
Auf wiedersehen.
-Xenon
Because that's when the pointless chibi arrive.
Of course, if you're my partner in Hiei obsession, you probably do want to be around when I'm bored. For teh lulz. And teh spiky hairz.
That's all. Have a nice millennium. Day. Whatever.
.
.
Why are you still reading this? Go do something productive. *is a hypocrite*
Auf wiedersehen.
-Xenon
The Loss of my Alias
No no, silly readers, I'm not leaving the name Xenon behind. That name is about as awesome as a noble gas can be. I'm talking about my phone, which happens to be called an Alias and is therefore cool despite being 3 years old. My phone opens two ways. YOU TELL ME THAT'S NOT COOL.
But anyway, after so long with this phone, it has finally stopped working correctly and I had to replace it today. My new phone is pretty cool, if you care, but this post isn't about it. It's about the Alias.
My first reason for replacing it is that my old phone had a ridiculously long intro that played every time I turned it on, and it was impossible to skip.
Despite this, I stuck with the phone for a while. It got washed one summer and, after sitting in rice for a while, valiantly continued to serve me whenever I chose to use it (admittedly an infrequent thing). It survived crashing to the ground multiple times when I tossed it up and down over and over only to drop it when I stepped onto the concrete. It never once glitched or died during a conversation. Its voicemail sucked, but I'm willing to blame my own laziness in checking it for that. But recently, it finally started slowing down. Its charge ran out ridiculously fast, and I couldn't use it without a charger nearby.
And so we went to the Verizon store today to replace the battery, but it was so old that it was more convenient to replace it than to specially order a battery for a phone that isn't made anymore.
So now I may or may not have to re-enter all of my contacts and pictures. YAAAAAAAY!
That is all.
YOU LIKE BOOKS.
-Xenon
But anyway, after so long with this phone, it has finally stopped working correctly and I had to replace it today. My new phone is pretty cool, if you care, but this post isn't about it. It's about the Alias.
My first reason for replacing it is that my old phone had a ridiculously long intro that played every time I turned it on, and it was impossible to skip.
Despite this, I stuck with the phone for a while. It got washed one summer and, after sitting in rice for a while, valiantly continued to serve me whenever I chose to use it (admittedly an infrequent thing). It survived crashing to the ground multiple times when I tossed it up and down over and over only to drop it when I stepped onto the concrete. It never once glitched or died during a conversation. Its voicemail sucked, but I'm willing to blame my own laziness in checking it for that. But recently, it finally started slowing down. Its charge ran out ridiculously fast, and I couldn't use it without a charger nearby.
And so we went to the Verizon store today to replace the battery, but it was so old that it was more convenient to replace it than to specially order a battery for a phone that isn't made anymore.
So now I may or may not have to re-enter all of my contacts and pictures. YAAAAAAAY!
That is all.
YOU LIKE BOOKS.
-Xenon
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Myself and studying do not mix.
So lately I've been trying to study at least sometimes so that I can be prepared for the real world, which apparently requires that you know things through studying and not just remembering. My studying usually involves a few dull minutes of reading notes, which are usually covered in doodles and therefore distracting, before I get bored and go do something cool. The part that sucks is that my mind is incapable of dealing with anything else happening while I study, so I can't make it more interesting. I've tried listening to music, but that usually turns out like this:
And air guitar, while fun, is not the best way to remember things.
Another failed attempt would be eating while studying:
The only thing that actually works is going outside, assuming it isn't windy, hot, or raining. I didn't include cold because cold where I live isn't even worth mentioning. But if it's nice, I'm capable of concentrating despite the cars constantly whooshing by. My brain defies logic.
Anyway, most of my study sessions end like this:
And then I go do something awesome like draw an epic dragon or hit inanimate objects with a sword or save the universe or spend the rest of the day online. And I usually get an A on the test anyway, so apparently I'm doing something right.
FIGHT THE SYSTEM.
-Xenon
And air guitar, while fun, is not the best way to remember things.
Another failed attempt would be eating while studying:
The only thing that actually works is going outside, assuming it isn't windy, hot, or raining. I didn't include cold because cold where I live isn't even worth mentioning. But if it's nice, I'm capable of concentrating despite the cars constantly whooshing by. My brain defies logic.
Anyway, most of my study sessions end like this:
And then I go do something awesome like draw an epic dragon or hit inanimate objects with a sword or save the universe or spend the rest of the day online. And I usually get an A on the test anyway, so apparently I'm doing something right.
FIGHT THE SYSTEM.
-Xenon
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Boredom-Generated Extra Extra Post
I'm really bored today and can't be bothered to actually do anything productive because I have all weekend. Thus, I've spent almost all day after riding was over on the Internet.
Because I usually blog when I'm bored and kind of have an idea, I drew you a picture of Mello while listening to All the Small Things on a loop (I loop songs because I don't want to have to periodically switch the song) and this sentence is becoming freakishly long.
Anyway, here it is:
I just took a random break from writing this to look at pictures of horses. I'm so cool, at least if borderline ADD is considered cool.
I have no idea what to say.
Fare thee well, good friend (I'm assuming).
-Xenon
PS: Sorry, non-Death Note readers. I basically just gave you an insubstantial post that involved a random cartoon thing and nothing interesting. That said, you should really interest yourself in more anime if you intend to read this blog. And I tried to type bloog just then. I'm smart.
...
Okay, BYE.
Because I usually blog when I'm bored and kind of have an idea, I drew you a picture of Mello while listening to All the Small Things on a loop (I loop songs because I don't want to have to periodically switch the song) and this sentence is becoming freakishly long.
Anyway, here it is:
I just took a random break from writing this to look at pictures of horses. I'm so cool, at least if borderline ADD is considered cool.
I have no idea what to say.
Fare thee well, good friend (I'm assuming).
-Xenon
PS: Sorry, non-Death Note readers. I basically just gave you an insubstantial post that involved a random cartoon thing and nothing interesting. That said, you should really interest yourself in more anime if you intend to read this blog. And I tried to type bloog just then. I'm smart.
...
Okay, BYE.
Xenon's Relationship Advice
Impulsive post is impulsive!
If you find that you have problems with your relationship (or lack thereof), following the advice of a slightly demented kid who is too socially awkward to have ever dated anyone probably soundslike a bad idea COMPLETELY AWESOME. So read these. As I don't know who it is reading this, I'll leave the object of affection genderless. *now slightly creeped out* [DISCLAIMER: I am not responsible for possible damages to yourself, others, property, and/or relationships if you actually follow my advice.]
-If you don't feel confident enough to approach someone, they will get the message clearly if you just stare at them every spare second.
-Following the object of your affection home is a great conversation starter! And if that doesn't work out, the fact that you tried is still a great conversation starter!
-If you want to get their attention, try throwing objects at them. Even if all you have is something heavy, sharp, and/or burning. It will work.
-Give them presents. And by presents, I mean everything you have but don't want.
-Make them feel special. By following them around singing the song of your choice or telling them "I saw a dead squirrel by the road today and I thought of you!" you will make their day.
-Surprise them. Give them a complete makeover while they sleep. And if you think this sounds like something for a woman, THINK AGAIN.
-To interest them, challenge them to a duel. And follow through whether they accept or not.
-Quote everything you can think of at them. It doesn't matter if it's irrelevant (Wonderpets on your first date? Appropriate.), because they'll know that you have knowledge of things other than them.
-If you think you may appear clingy, try completely ignoring them for as long as necessary. You will both be refreshed when you return.
-If you compete with each other for fun, make sure that they are aware whenever you win. They will appreciate knowing that you are self-confident.
-If your object of affection is a man, accentuate his manliness by taking a giant pink Sharpie and writing "I AM A MANLY MAN OF MANLINESS!" on his face and/or clothing. He'll be glad you realize how very manly he really is.
-On the other hand, if you want said man to respect you more, try hitting him every few minutes. You aren't scared to be forceful, are you?!
-If it's a woman, aggressively pet her hair constantly. Unless the woman is a velociraptor, in which case the fact that she doesn't have hair and yet you're still petting her will confuse her and possibly cause her to devour you.
-If you don't want a relationship anymore, a good way to tell them is to give them a new puppy with a heart-shaped tag on its collar that says "Surprise! I'm leaving you!"
There. That should make the best relationship ever.
This was surprisingly hard to do, as I'm so awkward that I don't even know how to joke about relationships.
Toad-shaped enchilada!
-Xenon
If you find that you have problems with your relationship (or lack thereof), following the advice of a slightly demented kid who is too socially awkward to have ever dated anyone probably sounds
-If you don't feel confident enough to approach someone, they will get the message clearly if you just stare at them every spare second.
-Following the object of your affection home is a great conversation starter! And if that doesn't work out, the fact that you tried is still a great conversation starter!
-If you want to get their attention, try throwing objects at them. Even if all you have is something heavy, sharp, and/or burning. It will work.
-Give them presents. And by presents, I mean everything you have but don't want.
-Make them feel special. By following them around singing the song of your choice or telling them "I saw a dead squirrel by the road today and I thought of you!" you will make their day.
-Surprise them. Give them a complete makeover while they sleep. And if you think this sounds like something for a woman, THINK AGAIN.
-To interest them, challenge them to a duel. And follow through whether they accept or not.
-Quote everything you can think of at them. It doesn't matter if it's irrelevant (Wonderpets on your first date? Appropriate.), because they'll know that you have knowledge of things other than them.
-If you think you may appear clingy, try completely ignoring them for as long as necessary. You will both be refreshed when you return.
-If you compete with each other for fun, make sure that they are aware whenever you win. They will appreciate knowing that you are self-confident.
-If your object of affection is a man, accentuate his manliness by taking a giant pink Sharpie and writing "I AM A MANLY MAN OF MANLINESS!" on his face and/or clothing. He'll be glad you realize how very manly he really is.
-On the other hand, if you want said man to respect you more, try hitting him every few minutes. You aren't scared to be forceful, are you?!
-If it's a woman, aggressively pet her hair constantly. Unless the woman is a velociraptor, in which case the fact that she doesn't have hair and yet you're still petting her will confuse her and possibly cause her to devour you.
-If you don't want a relationship anymore, a good way to tell them is to give them a new puppy with a heart-shaped tag on its collar that says "Surprise! I'm leaving you!"
There. That should make the best relationship ever.
This was surprisingly hard to do, as I'm so awkward that I don't even know how to joke about relationships.
Toad-shaped enchilada!
-Xenon
I drew you a pretty picture!
It's one of my cartoon characters' eyes! With a demented red iris!
Don't you love it? Of course you do. Because it's beautiful and I spent a whole 30 or so seconds drawing it. You love it. You love it.
Ahem. *turns off hypnosis* I have no idea what this post is supposed to be about. Have you noticed that I do that sometimes?
It was cold this morning. You can tell because I was actually cold, despite having an immunity to lower temperatures (or at least the kind we have here in the South, which is not much to speak of). So my horse (not actually my horse, but I ride him most) was all "Hey! Canter? Is that what we're doing? We should totally at least trot! Come on! Let's go! Fast! Faster than that! Yaaaaaaay!" and I was telling him to stop that because my legs were a mile away from his sides and I was leaning back and tugging the reins every time he sped up. But he took that to mean that I was just pretending not to want to go fast. And every time I got him to a decent pace, another horse would pass by trotting or cantering, which would excite him and cause him to speed up again. The whole lesson was like this, though I guess I should be glad that Jack isn't quite as bad about this as he was when I first started riding him. Trust me. That was painfully frustrating.
But enough about horses. I'm running out of things to say about them anyway. Actually I'm running out of things to say in general, so it's probably time to end this post before it becomes an abomination comprised of piles and piles of excruciatingly boring words that are on fire, but it's not an exciting fire so it isn't fun to watch and also there are roaches all over it and they make everyone freak out and run away or destroy their computers, and I don't want to do that, now do I?
So, yeah.
Team fire FTW!
-Xenon
Don't you love it? Of course you do. Because it's beautiful and I spent a whole 30 or so seconds drawing it. You love it. You love it.Ahem. *turns off hypnosis* I have no idea what this post is supposed to be about. Have you noticed that I do that sometimes?
It was cold this morning. You can tell because I was actually cold, despite having an immunity to lower temperatures (or at least the kind we have here in the South, which is not much to speak of). So my horse (not actually my horse, but I ride him most) was all "Hey! Canter? Is that what we're doing? We should totally at least trot! Come on! Let's go! Fast! Faster than that! Yaaaaaaay!" and I was telling him to stop that because my legs were a mile away from his sides and I was leaning back and tugging the reins every time he sped up. But he took that to mean that I was just pretending not to want to go fast. And every time I got him to a decent pace, another horse would pass by trotting or cantering, which would excite him and cause him to speed up again. The whole lesson was like this, though I guess I should be glad that Jack isn't quite as bad about this as he was when I first started riding him. Trust me. That was painfully frustrating.
But enough about horses. I'm running out of things to say about them anyway. Actually I'm running out of things to say in general, so it's probably time to end this post before it becomes an abomination comprised of piles and piles of excruciatingly boring words that are on fire, but it's not an exciting fire so it isn't fun to watch and also there are roaches all over it and they make everyone freak out and run away or destroy their computers, and I don't want to do that, now do I?
So, yeah.
Team fire FTW!
-Xenon
Friday, January 13, 2012
Today Gets Extra Postings!
I realized today that my half birthday passed without my noticing it.
Thus:
*laughing* This is possibly my favorite face/line in the entire Deathnote series, even though Mello is just my second favorite character next to L.
*eats chocolate*
That's about it. And also, that is how old I am. Good job, you figured it out. *slow clap*
Happy Unbirthday. Unless it's actually your birthday, in which case, happy normal birthday.
-Xenon
(edit: I neglected to mention before how long it took me to take that picture. The book kept trying to close and turn sideways, and it still didn't work entirely right.)
Thus:
*laughing* This is possibly my favorite face/line in the entire Deathnote series, even though Mello is just my second favorite character next to L.
*eats chocolate*
That's about it. And also, that is how old I am. Good job, you figured it out. *slow clap*
Happy Unbirthday. Unless it's actually your birthday, in which case, happy normal birthday.
-Xenon
(edit: I neglected to mention before how long it took me to take that picture. The book kept trying to close and turn sideways, and it still didn't work entirely right.)
I don't have any title ideas. :D
O hai human.
So today I was at a basketball game that mostly involved me aggressively hitting the valve on my baritone that kept sticking even after I put valve oil on it (non-band people: valve=button). And then I sat in the stands being a loner and occasionally cheering while our team did stuff that caused us to win the last game.
On a different subject, I've been told multiple times that I scare people. You may be wondering why someone as overwhelmingly awesome as me would ever be considered even mildly unsettling, but I'll explain for you people who aren't privileged enough to know me:
Every time I see someone that I at least know a little, I stare intensely at them for no particular reason.
Then, if the other person continues to look back, I slowly distort my face into something extremely disquieting.
Another explanation would be that every time someone annoys me, and often when they don't, I threaten their lives. ...Jokingly, of course. *heh*
PONINTLESS STORY OF THE DAY WHICH IS PROBABLY A BAD NAME BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE THESE ALL THE TIME!
Today's English class involved my friend putting dots all over my book while I drew fancy lines pointing to them. My book is now heavily graffitied. Also, art class involved listening to a ridiculously long and constantly changing song while drawing the nothing around two stools, one of which broke while being set up but was put back together (kind of). And that's pretty much everything remotely interesting that happened today. I have a couple of post ideas in my head, but they don't fit in with this one so I'll come back later to post them.
GIANT MANEATING GERBILS WILL RULE THE WORLD!
-Xenon
So today I was at a basketball game that mostly involved me aggressively hitting the valve on my baritone that kept sticking even after I put valve oil on it (non-band people: valve=button). And then I sat in the stands being a loner and occasionally cheering while our team did stuff that caused us to win the last game.
On a different subject, I've been told multiple times that I scare people. You may be wondering why someone as overwhelmingly awesome as me would ever be considered even mildly unsettling, but I'll explain for you people who aren't privileged enough to know me:
Every time I see someone that I at least know a little, I stare intensely at them for no particular reason.
Then, if the other person continues to look back, I slowly distort my face into something extremely disquieting.
Another explanation would be that every time someone annoys me, and often when they don't, I threaten their lives. ...Jokingly, of course. *heh*
PONINTLESS STORY OF THE DAY WHICH IS PROBABLY A BAD NAME BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE THESE ALL THE TIME!
Today's English class involved my friend putting dots all over my book while I drew fancy lines pointing to them. My book is now heavily graffitied. Also, art class involved listening to a ridiculously long and constantly changing song while drawing the nothing around two stools, one of which broke while being set up but was put back together (kind of). And that's pretty much everything remotely interesting that happened today. I have a couple of post ideas in my head, but they don't fit in with this one so I'll come back later to post them.
GIANT MANEATING GERBILS WILL RULE THE WORLD!
-Xenon
Thursday, January 12, 2012
You called?
Oh. Guess I was just imagining things, then.
Anyway, I have a story! If you know me, you probably know this already, but today one of the school clubs decided to make certain bathrooms and lunch tables accessible only to people wearing a certain shirt color. It didn't bother me much because I had a few friends wearing white shirts like me, so I wasn't sitting alone at lunch and eating my food silently like a loser. The one thing that bothered me was that a few colors got donuts at break, and white was not one of them. And I like donuts. Especially good donuts, which these were.
So basically, this was my break:
I just received word that all-A students get a free cupcake. Never have I been more glad of my arguable intelligence.
Anyway, the rest of the day passed with people screaming "FIGHT THE SYSTEM!" and tearing down the posters telling us what to do. And at the end of the day, it was loosely connected to racism. And then it ended and there was really no point to any of it. The end!
-Xenon
Professional screamer occasionally
Anyway, I have a story! If you know me, you probably know this already, but today one of the school clubs decided to make certain bathrooms and lunch tables accessible only to people wearing a certain shirt color. It didn't bother me much because I had a few friends wearing white shirts like me, so I wasn't sitting alone at lunch and eating my food silently like a loser. The one thing that bothered me was that a few colors got donuts at break, and white was not one of them. And I like donuts. Especially good donuts, which these were.
So basically, this was my break:
I just received word that all-A students get a free cupcake. Never have I been more glad of my arguable intelligence.
Anyway, the rest of the day passed with people screaming "FIGHT THE SYSTEM!" and tearing down the posters telling us what to do. And at the end of the day, it was loosely connected to racism. And then it ended and there was really no point to any of it. The end!
-Xenon
Professional screamer occasionally
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
How many flamethrowers in a herd?
Hey doods. My iPad really didn't want me to say that (Doors? Doody?) but I did anyway because I am a rebel like that. I'm a rebellious rebel who rebels rebelliously against those things that need rebelling against.
...Okay. Fine. Strictly speaking, I'm not much of a rebel. If it counts, though, I do enjoy doing strange things because normal is for n00bs who can't make a cake. Does that count? *insanity glare of craziness* BECAUSE IT SHOULD.
In other news, I've stopped being lazy and started actually trying at swimming, which isn't too bad except that I had a giant dinner and I'm still ridiculously hungry. I don't want to use up my chocolate supply this soon after Christmas... *someone yells FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS* Shut up, you. It's not my fault. Anyway, I would give you a picture to look at today, but I don't have enough time to draw one on my technological unit and my paper drawings are all unfinished. Also, I don't feel like searching the Internet for stuff because it involves my downloading the picture and then emailing it to the draft section, which I am too lazy to do. Also, it's beginning to get late-ish and I kind of want an adequate amount of sleep tonight while still reading/drawing for a while, so I'll be going.
Antimatter is neat.
-Xenon
...Okay. Fine. Strictly speaking, I'm not much of a rebel. If it counts, though, I do enjoy doing strange things because normal is for n00bs who can't make a cake. Does that count? *insanity glare of craziness* BECAUSE IT SHOULD.
In other news, I've stopped being lazy and started actually trying at swimming, which isn't too bad except that I had a giant dinner and I'm still ridiculously hungry. I don't want to use up my chocolate supply this soon after Christmas... *someone yells FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS* Shut up, you. It's not my fault. Anyway, I would give you a picture to look at today, but I don't have enough time to draw one on my technological unit and my paper drawings are all unfinished. Also, I don't feel like searching the Internet for stuff because it involves my downloading the picture and then emailing it to the draft section, which I am too lazy to do. Also, it's beginning to get late-ish and I kind of want an adequate amount of sleep tonight while still reading/drawing for a while, so I'll be going.
Antimatter is neat.
-Xenon
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Flibbery Jimjam Blubbermuffins, Harold!
HAROLD!! Come look at the computer!!
WHAT ARE YOU YELLING ABOUT, BERTHA!?!
SOME KID IS BLOGGIN' ABOUT US, HAROLD!!!
THE WHAT'S DOING WHAAAAAT???
SHE'S BLOGGIN'! ABOUT US!!!!
*crashing down stairs* WHAT'S SHE DOING, BERTHA!?!
BLOGGIN'! SHE'S BLOGGIN'!
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, BERTHA!?
SHE'S... Oh. Uh, I don't know.
On a subject unrelated to screaming senior citizens...
I spent my free time today reading upside down. Why? Because I can. The only drawback is that it's harder to find my place if I look up because the words aren't immediately identifiable. But now I must go because I'm playing trombone today. WHEEEEEE!
Blubbermuffins!
-Xenon
WHAT ARE YOU YELLING ABOUT, BERTHA!?!
SOME KID IS BLOGGIN' ABOUT US, HAROLD!!!
THE WHAT'S DOING WHAAAAAT???
SHE'S BLOGGIN'! ABOUT US!!!!
*crashing down stairs* WHAT'S SHE DOING, BERTHA!?!
BLOGGIN'! SHE'S BLOGGIN'!
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, BERTHA!?
SHE'S... Oh. Uh, I don't know.
On a subject unrelated to screaming senior citizens...
I spent my free time today reading upside down. Why? Because I can. The only drawback is that it's harder to find my place if I look up because the words aren't immediately identifiable. But now I must go because I'm playing trombone today. WHEEEEEE!
Blubbermuffins!
-Xenon
Monday, January 9, 2012
Hello there, human...
Hm? What are you-WHY ARE YOU ACTING SO SCARED?! STOP IT!
Ahem. Creepy intro aside, I would like to inform you, the wonderful person reading this who has awesome taste in blogs, that my dog has eyes. Just in case you were wondering. She uses her eyes to stare at people. Much like I'm definitely not staring at you right now.
...Um. Anyway, yeah, my dog stares at people and occasionally has a random burst of puppy energy despite being 11 years old. Said dog is pretty awesome, and I'm not sure why I started talking about her. She's a cool dog, and she is committed to guarding the backyard every day. It's funny-she gets confused if we let her in too early because the yard is left to the cats and other possible threats that you can only imagine and I SWEAR TO YOU THEY'RE GOING TO BREAK INTO THIS HOUSE and that will be bad. But then she calms down after a while and stares at us humans again. And sniffs people's knees (checking for arrows, perhaps?) when they come inside.
I've basically run out of things to say and there may or may not be zombies attacking my house so I should probably grab a weapon and check up on that, so farewell.
*Kamehameha*
-Xenon
P.S. I looked out my window earlier and the moon behind a tree and some fog looked like a setting for a horror story. And now I want to hear a horror story, which is not likely to happen soon. *sigh* We listened to creepy music during art today while drawing shapes. I enjoyed it.
Bye for real now.
(That picture is totally supposed to be sideways, and you look funny looking at it. If you're not turning your head over, you still look funny.)
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Shoutout to the Explosions Reading This
*KABOOOMGSHIWAKKGGHASJD*
What's that? This title makes no sense? *laugh* You don't know me at all, do you? Silly little sane people stumbling across my blog. How'd you get here, anyway?
That reminds me. I was checking my blog's stats (which is addicting for some reason) and I found that I get around 3 views every day in Russia. I am very confused. Also, if the Russian people are reading this, hi! I know three words in Russian! Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! And if anyone else is reading this, hi as well. I don't know who you are. *smile*
So I went to Barnes and Noble today because I hadn't been in a whole week and got a copy of L Change the World. The only copy they had, by the way, and there probably won't be another anytime soon. My Barnes and Noble is terrible about restocking manga-there are several ones I've bought that are still missing. This saddens me. But back to the point, I'm really excited about this book. Disregarding the fact that I'm halfway through another book and have several others I'd like to read, including one I got today that looks wonderfully freaky. I like books. Don't judge me. *suspicious glare*
Aaaaanyway, I don't seem to have any more topics to discuss, so I'll let you, my dear hypothetical readers, go on with your lives. Have fun.
FRUITS.
-Xenon
What's that? This title makes no sense? *laugh* You don't know me at all, do you? Silly little sane people stumbling across my blog. How'd you get here, anyway?
That reminds me. I was checking my blog's stats (which is addicting for some reason) and I found that I get around 3 views every day in Russia. I am very confused. Also, if the Russian people are reading this, hi! I know three words in Russian! Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! And if anyone else is reading this, hi as well. I don't know who you are. *smile*
So I went to Barnes and Noble today because I hadn't been in a whole week and got a copy of L Change the World. The only copy they had, by the way, and there probably won't be another anytime soon. My Barnes and Noble is terrible about restocking manga-there are several ones I've bought that are still missing. This saddens me. But back to the point, I'm really excited about this book. Disregarding the fact that I'm halfway through another book and have several others I'd like to read, including one I got today that looks wonderfully freaky. I like books. Don't judge me. *suspicious glare*
Aaaaanyway, I don't seem to have any more topics to discuss, so I'll let you, my dear hypothetical readers, go on with your lives. Have fun.
FRUITS.
-Xenon
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Extra post! Get excited!! ...I SAID EXCITED.
I was bored today, so I drew some pictures. One is a dragon that isn't quite done yet due to being complicated, and the other is this:
Also, drawing this made me hungry for cake and sad because the volume of Death Note that I ordered because Barnes and Noble didn't have it hasn't come yet. And I'm hyper for some reason. Yay! *flail* *alarmingly distorted face* *scream* *levitation*
Hamsters are on my television talking about Netflix. Just thought you should know. Wouldn't it be awesome if there was a hidden message in this blog that I planned out from the start? I wish I was cool enough and had good enough planning skills to do that. ...Actually, just the planning part. I'm more than cool enough to do that. I mean, haven't you seen me? Assuming you're not some random person I don't know?
Anyway, I'm getting off topic and have no ideas for the rest of this post. If you object to this, scroll back up and stare at L for a while. There's also an option to scroll down and look at Hiei if you want. Plus a couple of other characters and maybe *gasp* a topic with a point! Go look!
I see you~ *smiles*
-Xenon
Also, drawing this made me hungry for cake and sad because the volume of Death Note that I ordered because Barnes and Noble didn't have it hasn't come yet. And I'm hyper for some reason. Yay! *flail* *alarmingly distorted face* *scream* *levitation*
Hamsters are on my television talking about Netflix. Just thought you should know. Wouldn't it be awesome if there was a hidden message in this blog that I planned out from the start? I wish I was cool enough and had good enough planning skills to do that. ...Actually, just the planning part. I'm more than cool enough to do that. I mean, haven't you seen me? Assuming you're not some random person I don't know?
Anyway, I'm getting off topic and have no ideas for the rest of this post. If you object to this, scroll back up and stare at L for a while. There's also an option to scroll down and look at Hiei if you want. Plus a couple of other characters and maybe *gasp* a topic with a point! Go look!
I see you~ *smiles*
-Xenon
My Favorite Horse :3
I'm pretty sure I've mentioned my favorite horse a few times on this blog. If you don't know him, he's a short Morgan who looks something like this but with markings that I was too lazy to draw:
Also, while I was writing this, a random roach showed up in my room and I had to stop writing, rescue my unwrapped candy, make sure the roach was dead, and move to a non-infested room. I also drew you a picture because drawing is funsauce.
I don't even know why roaches exist. As food for other animals? To crawl on things? Why are they here!?
That's about it.
-Xenon
Founder of the future What is the Point of Roaches club
Also, while I was writing this, a random roach showed up in my room and I had to stop writing, rescue my unwrapped candy, make sure the roach was dead, and move to a non-infested room. I also drew you a picture because drawing is funsauce.
I don't even know why roaches exist. As food for other animals? To crawl on things? Why are they here!?
That's about it.
-Xenon
Founder of the future What is the Point of Roaches club
Friday, January 6, 2012
Cats=Diabolical fluffballs.
A couple of days ago, I was sitting with my cat, Duuuuuuhk (who is, at least as far as I know, adorable and sweet and not at all irritated with his strange name). I tend to talk to animals constantly, because just because there's no proof that they understand English doesn't necessarily mean they don't, so I asked him if he was plotting anything.
In response, he jerked his head up and stared at me with an offended look.
This, coupled with his later shocked reaction to the same question, qualifies as suspicious behavior. I'm sorry, kitty, but you've lost your chance to kill me before I suspected anything. Too bad. *watches cat closely*
-Xenon
(DISCLAIMER: I actually love my cat very much, and his behavior is more that of an innocent, easily startled puffball than that of a murderer. Usually.)
(OTHER DISCLAIMER: I don't sit on the floor all the time, despite what my pictures may lead you to believe. I'm just too lazy to draw chairs/beds/sofas.)
In response, he jerked his head up and stared at me with an offended look.
This, coupled with his later shocked reaction to the same question, qualifies as suspicious behavior. I'm sorry, kitty, but you've lost your chance to kill me before I suspected anything. Too bad. *watches cat closely*
-Xenon
(DISCLAIMER: I actually love my cat very much, and his behavior is more that of an innocent, easily startled puffball than that of a murderer. Usually.)
(OTHER DISCLAIMER: I don't sit on the floor all the time, despite what my pictures may lead you to believe. I'm just too lazy to draw chairs/beds/sofas.)
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Swimming Wonderfulness
Yesterday was my first swim practice since before Christmas. I'm usually a decent swimmer and I enjoy practice, but this time... was different. If you don't care, you should get out right now because I've got a story today.
Firstly, practice was later in the day than normal. This gave me more time to eat dinner/chocolate before practice with no regard to its effect on my speed. It was also at a different pool, which has a low ceiling, peeling paint, high windows, and (here's the important part) only four lanes as opposed to the normal eight. Basically, we were all crammed into this pool (which was, by the way, really shallow) in a room that looked like a horror movie set. You could see the potential murderers just waiting to come in and kill us all and then swim in our blood while we screamed for mercy and then died before anyone heard up because, as far as I could tell, there was no one else nearby. If you scare easily, I'm sorry for that description. Moving on. Secondly, our entire practice was freestyle, which is easy but also causes me to slow the practice down because I'm not exactly the best freestyler. I decided I could live with the shame of being lapped repeatedly because maybe I'd get faster as a result. But then I remembered the wound on my leg (long story involving skates attempting to chew my foot off at the ankle), which the water decided to attack violently every time I kicked. This was frustrating, since the wound doesn't even hurt anymore and isn't big enough to complain about anymore. Not wanting to mess up my leg and possibly give it foot plague after working for so long to fix it, I decided to kick with one leg instead. I ended up looking something like a handicapped fish. Who never had any swimming lessons. And also other fish keep hitting it because it can't find the center of the lane to use as a guide. I kept having to cut off the end of the set so that I wouldn't make the practice take forever. Of course, this wasn't helped by my goggles continuously fogging up and filling with water, causing me to lose visibility so I couldn't stay out of people's way when they passed me again. The people passing me chose to alert me by slapping me and swimming uncomfortably close to my leg, which caused me to become angry. The only outlet for my rage at the other swimmers was to scream dramatically every time my face was underwater. And every time I tried to breathe, someone would be passing me and would kick water in my face. I ended the practice feeling somewhat unhappy about my performance and the involuntary behavior of the other people, but I decided that freestyle is indeed my worst stroke and I could kill them all doing back or breaststroke.
I COULD KILL THEM ALL.
*creepy grin*
For those of you who didn't read the whole thing, here. I drew a handy picture to summarize this story:
And for those of you who were too lazy to pay attention to the picture, I made you another picture and advise you to find a brain somewhere:
.
Eybdoog
-Xenon
Firstly, practice was later in the day than normal. This gave me more time to eat dinner/chocolate before practice with no regard to its effect on my speed. It was also at a different pool, which has a low ceiling, peeling paint, high windows, and (here's the important part) only four lanes as opposed to the normal eight. Basically, we were all crammed into this pool (which was, by the way, really shallow) in a room that looked like a horror movie set. You could see the potential murderers just waiting to come in and kill us all and then swim in our blood while we screamed for mercy and then died before anyone heard up because, as far as I could tell, there was no one else nearby. If you scare easily, I'm sorry for that description. Moving on. Secondly, our entire practice was freestyle, which is easy but also causes me to slow the practice down because I'm not exactly the best freestyler. I decided I could live with the shame of being lapped repeatedly because maybe I'd get faster as a result. But then I remembered the wound on my leg (long story involving skates attempting to chew my foot off at the ankle), which the water decided to attack violently every time I kicked. This was frustrating, since the wound doesn't even hurt anymore and isn't big enough to complain about anymore. Not wanting to mess up my leg and possibly give it foot plague after working for so long to fix it, I decided to kick with one leg instead. I ended up looking something like a handicapped fish. Who never had any swimming lessons. And also other fish keep hitting it because it can't find the center of the lane to use as a guide. I kept having to cut off the end of the set so that I wouldn't make the practice take forever. Of course, this wasn't helped by my goggles continuously fogging up and filling with water, causing me to lose visibility so I couldn't stay out of people's way when they passed me again. The people passing me chose to alert me by slapping me and swimming uncomfortably close to my leg, which caused me to become angry. The only outlet for my rage at the other swimmers was to scream dramatically every time my face was underwater. And every time I tried to breathe, someone would be passing me and would kick water in my face. I ended the practice feeling somewhat unhappy about my performance and the involuntary behavior of the other people, but I decided that freestyle is indeed my worst stroke and I could kill them all doing back or breaststroke.
I COULD KILL THEM ALL.
*creepy grin*
For those of you who didn't read the whole thing, here. I drew a handy picture to summarize this story:
And for those of you who were too lazy to pay attention to the picture, I made you another picture and advise you to find a brain somewhere:
.
Eybdoog
-Xenon
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
How I spend my time
With access to the Internet, that is.
...okay, maybe not *all* my time. But a good portion, if I can find something suitably nerdy to look at.
Look behind you!
-Xenon
Monday, January 2, 2012
A few drawings :3
I drew a few pictures recently that I thought I'd show you.
This is the original drawing I did for my cousins because they wanted to color one of my drawings. I took the picture so I could see what it looked like before they colored it, and it looked like this:
I felt like drawing a horse made of water for fun, so I did. It ended up looking slightly evil, but I still think I like the result:
L sits in pretty much the opposite of a good riding position. And yes, that was my immediate thought when his character was introduced.
And finally, this is Jello (my cousins named it) several minutes and a pack of flattened colored pencils later:
My family is great.
I will return with more to say at some point.
Sayounara.
-Xenon
This is the original drawing I did for my cousins because they wanted to color one of my drawings. I took the picture so I could see what it looked like before they colored it, and it looked like this:
I felt like drawing a horse made of water for fun, so I did. It ended up looking slightly evil, but I still think I like the result:
L sits in pretty much the opposite of a good riding position. And yes, that was my immediate thought when his character was introduced.
And finally, this is Jello (my cousins named it) several minutes and a pack of flattened colored pencils later:
My family is great.
I will return with more to say at some point.
Sayounara.
-Xenon
Unicorns on faces.
That is a unicorn standing on Light Yagami's face because Light is a terrible person who deserves unicorns standing on his face ALL THE TIME. In related news, I think I've found the most awesome punishment ever.
Explanations for this picture: I wanted to show you people my cool new unicorn that I got today, but I couldn't think of a suitable and convenient backdrop so I opened my new volume of Deathnote and put it on Light's face. Good enough. *shrug*
I HOPE YOU APPRECIATE TODAY'S POST BECAUSE I WROTE IT JUST FOR YOU.
OKAY, MAYBE NOT *JUST* FOR YOU.
JUST... JUST APPRECIATE THE POST.
Au revoir~
Xenon
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Demons and my distorted view of them.
...I have no idea why I drew that...
But since I should really work on staying on topic, I'll get to the point. I was just thinking about this TV program I saw a while ago about demons and how they can invade your life and mess things up. Most people watching it were probably either skeptical or freaking out because there were demons entering their body every time they breathed (yes, the guy on TV said this), but I, being the awesome person that I am, was thinking about how Hiei hates being around people too much to voluntarily climb into their mouths for no reason. Also, I'm pretty sure you'd notice.
I think I probably missed the point of this, didn't I?
Yes. Yes I did.
Hey. This guy said that martial arts gave you demons. I think Goku would have something to say about this.
I'm running out of ways to make this funny.
Hey, guess what! In 500000 days, it will be 500000 days from now! This has been a pointless announcement from Xenon.
My cat is fluffy.
-Xenon
A picture of me :D
If anyone who doesn't know me reads this (and wonders what I look like), I posted a picture of myself for your convenience:
Hehehe.
No, seriously, I'll shut up now.
-Xenon
Hehehe.
No, seriously, I'll shut up now.
-Xenon
Purple.
I forget where I was going with this post. So here are some references.
...Actually, never mind. I'm too lazy to say anything clever at the moment.
Chocolate <3
-Xenon
!!!RAEY WEN YPPAH
Slightly exaggerated, as I was in the car coming back from the game at midnight, but yeah. If you couldn't figure it out yet, I'm an Auburn fan and was therefore quite pleased with their victory today.
That said, HI GUYS! IT R B NEW YEERZ! TELL UR FRENDZ! I HAVEN'T POSTED HERE ALL YEAR!! UNTIL NOW!!! AREN'T YOU HAPPY!?!?
I <3 chicken, loljk I'm a vegetarian except for bacon because it's cool. There was not much point to that sentence, was there?
I haven't done anything productive all year. Yay me! Have you? I bet not unless your life sucks and/or you have something important going on.
Later doods, I'm leaving to eat chips. *overenthusiastic wave*
-Xenon
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