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

One last thing:

My birthday was a few days ago. I'm now some age that you might also be but you also might be younger or older or possibly opposite if you're not going to be born for a while, or if you age backwards and are now dead.

My point is that if anyone feels like giving me this, I would be much obliged.

Thank you for your time.

I would wish you spiky-haired demons, but I'm keeping Hiei so you can have different ones.



Ceiling cat always knows.
-Xenon

Adventures and Complete Insanity in New York

WARNING: This post is super long because I did so much stuff. You have been warned.

So nice to see you again (metaphorically, of course), minions. I'm sorry it took so long to post something-I couldn't take my iPad to New York and the wifi wasn't free anyway, and then I went to band camp and didn't have Internet for most of the trip.

But I'm back now.
New York was potentially the most awesome trip I have ever been on. I had a journal to record the trip, and I was originally going to copy it onto this blog, but it ended up being super long and I don't think you care about everything I did. So I'll just tell you the main things.

--Day 1--
Woke up at 5:00, which no human should have to do, and went to meet the group (a bunch of bandies and actors) and go to the airport. Being tired and bored, I spent the ride singing 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall and then watching all of the asdfmovies with my mortal enemy. Security and all that stuff went smoothly and I didn't have to check my bag. I spent the entire plane ride looking out the window-having not flown since I was a small human, I found it fascinating. During the flight, I drew some random crap in my notebook. For example:

We landed, left LaGuardia (which is fairly sketchy), and rode a bus to our hotel, which had this sign in front of it:

(By the way, this is the only picture I took that made it from my phone to my iPad. Sorry. You'll have to settle for words and doodles.)

Not only this, but there was a bar across the street whose sign had a few burned-out letters and therefore said SITH'S B.
Lawl.

We put our stuff in our small rooms and went to lunch and Toys R Us for an hour. Nerdchild heaven. There were piles of awesome toys and Lego representations of various characters. I couldn't decide what to buy, but ended up with a stuffed Fruit Ninja strawberry named Nigel.

After that, we went to the hotel, changed, ate pizza, and saw The Lion King on Broadway.
All. The. Awesome.

I had forgotten a good portion of the movie since I last saw it as a minuscule being, and my mind was therefore blown by the awesomeness of the play. Everyone was pretty much incoherent by the end, and one of my friends spent the rest of the trip imitating Rafiki.

That night, I stayed up fairly late despite being really tired already because my roommates and I were too busy talking about how cool everything was to sleep. From this point onward, my journal is super random because my mind enjoys jumping around topics when I'm tired.

--Day 2--
Had I Just Can't Wait to be King stuck in my head all day, which I didn't mind at first but eventually caused me to develop a desire to kill that song.
Our activities included riding the subway for the first time, my being reminded of how southern I am by a boiling cup of unsweetened tea for breakfast, the Metropolitan Museum of Art (which was SO awesome and had a ton of famous works of art and ancient weapons), where I got a book about Surrealism, and F.A.O Schwartz (similar to Toys R Us in terms of childish awesomeness, but with fancier toys and higher prices), where I got a doodle book to fill with weirdness.

We had dinner at the Stardust Diner, where the waiters are aspiring Broadway actors who sing a lot. It was quite entertaining. After that, we saw Mary Poppins, which was unrealistically awesome, and got our playbills signed (coolness). We had planned to go to the Empire State Building, but it was too late, so we put it off a night and a group of us went to a year-round haunted house called Times Scare.
Times Scare was great. Most of the guys screamed like little girls and sang The Circle of Life the whole time, one was clutching my arm (to keep track of me since I was the only girl in the group, though I was not in danger of being separated), and my horror fan friend and I were cracking up and trying to out-scary the employees. Everyone else ran out at the end, but said friend and I walked pleasantly down the stairs and talked about how funny it was. I love being difficult to scare.
Then we went back to the hotel, watched TV, and went to sleep.

--Day 3--
We went shopping in Chinatown and Little Italy. Chinatown was somewhat sketchy and full of knockoff products, explicit shirts, and pushy owners. Little Italy had slightly less sketchy shops and more Italy-themed stuff, but was pretty similar. I got an Italia soccer jacket, which I love, but nothing else because I didn't want to spend too much money. My mortal enemy and I discussed why Scar is named Scar if he wasn't born with a scar, and came up with three possibilities: His full name is Scarlet, his mother slashed him because she wanted a daughter, or his mother was psychic and had a strange life. Then we shopped in Times Square, where a machine at the M&Ms store told me I was kind after I stomped violently on it several times, a guy dressed as Spiderman growled at me and hit me with a web, and we went to Virgin Records, which was awesome.

We ate dinner at Carnegie Deli, which was very good despite my being an herbivore, and then saw Peter and the Starcatcher.
THE HILARITY. Everyone flailed around laughing for about ten minutes straight, and I was very proud to have gotten the playbill signed by everyone.
We went to the Empire State Building, where some people from another company tried to scam us but failed, and the view was amazing. It kind of made me nervous when people held cameras and stuff outside the bars for photographic purposes, so I tried not to move around much. The view was still great.
Then we walked back to the subway, tried to do bell kicks the whole time for no apparent reason, and went to sleep.

--Day 4--
My feet had begun to be in serious pain at this point from all the walking and I had developed L eyes as a combined effect of fatigue and poorly removed eyeliner from dressing up for dinner.
But I should just tell you what I did.

We took a ferry to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, missed the ferry coming back because it left early, took a different one, and left. I had a churro for lunch (!) which I bought from a very pushy street vendor. Then we walked down Wall Street, were told we didn't love New York by some guy sitting against a building (and doing nothing to better the city he apparently loved), and took far too long to find the 9/11 museum. When we finally got there, everyone was all solemn because it was saddening and we all wrote our thoughts on notecards and put them in a box.
Dinner was "southern" food, which in New York means that they serve fast food and tea with maybe one Splenda packet in it. It was actually pretty good, but they took forever with my milkshake, which to my tired self was an unforgivable crime. Whatever, it was still decent food.
After that, we went to see Once, which was a love story with AMAZING musicians. Everyone onstage had an instrument and an awesome singing voice. For a group of bandies and singers, it was incredible. We got the playbills signed again, which was great. The play next door had a bunch of celebrity actors (ex: James Earl Jones), who we saw for a few seconds through the crowd of people. Then we had milkshakes again, but no boys came to the yard. Then we packed and didn't get to sleep until after 1.

--Day 5--
Woke up an hour later than normal just because, finished packing, and walked around in Times Square. I got a Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious shirt for my maternal unit and a Lion King book to go with the soundtrack I had already gotten. Yes, I loved that show. Shut up.

At the airport, I had to check my bag at the last minute because it had magically become too big despite my small amount of things bought. There was a girl in a Black Butler shirt waiting to get on, so we had a small fanjoy moment about how cool that anime is. When we were all on the plane (finally), the pilot introduced himself as Han Solo and made a string of Star Wars references instead of average pre-flight information. Best pilot.
I spent the whole flight being paranoid, because tired me thought that planes crashed all the time and people wanted to steal everything out of my bag, but nothing bad happened. After landing, my mortal enemy and I laughed for a really long time because she said "defecation of property" meaning "desecration." Everyone wanted us to shut up.

And then we all went to our respective homes and I ate a crap ton of Japanese food for dinner.


After sleeping late for one day, I went to music camp, where I roomed with my cousin and learned how to play trombone slightly better. We had a concert, which went quite well. And now I'm home and I slept until 1 today and I'm still kind of tired.

That's about it. I'll be back to normal posts at some point.

May growling Spidermen hit you with webs wherever you may go.
-Xenon

Knbbbnv,nc. Or in English, summer and stuff!

I've already done a crap ton of cool stuff since school got out on Friday.

Swim party on Friday was fun. We talked about normal topics such as what would happen if I suddenly exploded and the amazing character development of that one spear in Lord of the Flies, ate ice cream out of a gutter (I'm not even kidding), and played categories, but with this thing where nobody would admit to being tagged. Except me, because I wasn't tagged and therefore had nothing to admit.

After the party, my friend came over, and we talked about Portal and grilled baby feet (CakeWrecks, read it. I'm not as creepy as you might think.)



(depending on how creepy you think I am).

Then we went to riding on Saturday, where I spent a long time walking in circles trying to catch Luke, who has this habit of walking up with his ears pricked like he'll let you catch him and then running away if you try. My friend finally caught him, and he spent the lesson trying to go fast.
We went to the farm after riding. Among our adventures there were:
Going out in the golf cart, breaking the gear shift, and coming back in reverse.
Riding the Death Pals (tubes behind the boat) and, in my case, falling off multiple times.
Finding a lost dog named Sundae who had somehow managed to break a metal cable that had apparently been used to tie her up.
Walking across the lake and sinking into the mud.
Having a frisbee golf tournament, where my frisbee kept going sideways because apparently hurling it as hard as I could was not enough to make it go straight.
Drawing "Ash Ketchum" and a set of Shinigami from three different anime wearing Ash's hat because I was being stubborn and refusing to draw Ash himself.

As you can see (assuming the picture is not worse than it looks to me), Rem and Undertaker are straight up Gs. Yo.
And relating to this, while looking at anime pictures for amusement and blog content, I found this:

This relevance. All this relevance.

Also on the subject of anime pictures, I pretty much died when I saw this:

L! Chibitalia! IN THE SAME PICTURE! If they added in Hiei, this would be on the truly dangerous side of awesome/cute. I'm not mentally adding any more characters, because more than that could kill you without even existing. And that would be a mess.

Anyway, on the subject of things I did, there was a graduation party today that mainly consisted of people playing various games in the pool while I derped around and swam underwater a lot. There was also frisbee throwing, at which I suck but did anyway.

Okay, on a completely different subject, I am going to New York day after tomorrow. Holy frigglesticks. I just made up that word. Do you like it? Of course you like it.
This will be an adventure, but I'll have to put off blog posts about it until afterwards because my parental units have advised me against bringing my iPad.

Again on an irrelevant subject, Smoke the cat has been in my house all day because he keeps disappearing in the clutter under the table. Duuuuuuhk found him at one point, but he left again and I've lost track.

Finally, I found where I want to live:

So much cool. Provided you don't fall off the cliffs.
Yep, I'll be finding that place or somewhere like it and constructing my epic castle-esque home there as soon as I'm rich.

Okay, I need to not stay up late because I have to do things again tomorrow. I am so lazy. I'm not used to this whole 'doing stuff' thing.

Hugs and gangsta Shinigami to all my readers.
-Xenon

Oh hey, swimming weather!

So, as it's summer now (ok, technically it's still spring, but no one told the south that) and school is ending, it is now time for people to start swimming. And, as a response to this, there is apparently a pool party tomorrow for the people in my grade. I'm going, as I see no reason not to swim and should probably do something to avoid becoming obese in the future. You know, besides the L diet of eating a crap ton of cake and then thinking it all off.


As most of you people know, the phrase "pool party" for most girls my age means this:

However, for an introverted and slightly bizarre individual such as myself, this is more accurate:

It's not that I'm not ridiculously attractive, I just have my own weird set of brain that does not seem to enjoy my doing anything that could be seen as trying to get attention.
Which, of course, explains my blog and million social media accounts (most of which I made out of curiosity and then never looked at again). But that's on the Internet, not in real life.

I'm getting off topic.
Anyway, it actually benefits me that the other people are hogging all the attention because no one notices me swimming in awkward circles and/or sitting on the bottom just to be sitting on the bottom.

Also, because of exams, here's a comic I found.

You see, kids, cheating just leads to eventual deep confusion. This is why you brains.

On an irrelevant subject, I was thinking today about how strange it is that my pets tolerate me. I don't think I would appreciate someone going up to me and saying, "Hey, I'm your owner now, you'll live in my house and I'll provide you with the basics of life, I'll pet you whenever the thought enters my mind, all you have to do is not ruin things or hurt people. One catch, though-I am going to be extremely obnoxious and might spontaneously scare the crap out of you for no reason and then expect you to continue being nice to me. There is no alternative to this. You will accept my random behavior and you will like it. YAY PET!"
My cat is especially a victim of this, as my dog stays outside, naps, and chases sticks most of the time. Also, having lived with me since I was four, she's pretty much used to it. Duuuuuhk, however, is not. I'll be sitting next to him and then I'll turn around and go D-D-D-DROP THE BASS. WUB WUB WABABABBABBABABABAHDJDCBASKSAMBXnxbxckjhsckjzxhesifjFSJSDJ'sd&7;)(;|€>~?€>%JhjhguhgFJFDJH and he gives me this horrified cat face and runs away. But then he remembers that it's me and comes back and hopes I won't do that anymore.

I think pets deserve respect for dealing with their humans.

It's kind of late and I have to do math tomorrow.
Peace, home-chickens.
-Xenon

Jack and his faulty brakes...

Today was the reading/review day for my exams, which means that you can go and ask questions or you can stay home and study/do whatever. Having no questions to ask, I derped on the internet, played music, ate Japanese food (thank you, Japan, for your awesomeness and your wasabi), and rode my trusty steed, Jack.
In case you don't know Jack and are too lazy to go back and find the post that explains him, he is a short black horse with a strong liking for peppermints, anarchy, and going fast. After three years with him, I've mostly fixed the anarchy and speed while strengthening the mint addiction.
Today, he was kind of hyper and would honestly rather have stayed in the stall, going in circles and eating, but after a struggle to keep him away from the food bucket long enough to get his bridle on, he allowed himself to be taken to the ring.
We spent the entire lesson working on going slowly and not passing each other.
This kind of fell apart when we all started cantering, and my teacher rode someone else's horse because he was being really stubborn. Of course, when she got on, he immediately slowed down to almost a walk. And she told me to stay behind her at a trot.

I'm sure Jack was plotting my slow and painful death the whole time. Which is fine, because he never carries out those plans and it took his mind off of pointlessly resisting my every move.

After the lesson, I was given Jack and another horse and told to take them to the barn. Instead of cooperating, they both went in opposite directions and started grazing.

After using something close to inhuman strength to pull their heads up and towards me, I powerwalked in a circle and took them to the barn. If you don't know what this is like, imagine pulling two toddlers around, but said toddlers weigh about half a ton each with most of that being muscle. It went fairly well until Jack started trotting and the other horse stopped to graze, so I had to do this fancy arm motion to get them to stop that. Luckily, another girl was leading her horse in front of me and left the pasture gate open so that I could get in without having to stop. I have no idea how this was managed with no injuries or escaped horses, but it was. I guess I'm just awesome that way.

"But Xenon," you say, "If Jack is so difficult, why don't you switch horses?"
It would be like nearly mastering a game on the hardest setting and then switching to easy, but you're friends with the hard setting because it's alive and has a personality. Accept my analogy, dangit.
Also, Jack is an extremely good horse once you figure out what to do with him. He's pretty adorable, too-he tilts his head sideways and arches his neck when I come in his stall, and he guesses which hand his mints are in every time I bring them. The last thing, because I don't want this to go on forever, is that he never actually hurts anyone (at least not on purpose, and not often by accident). For this reason, I can occasionally let him decide what to do instead of telling him. Not often, since that would make him more headstrong, but every once in a while.

This horse pretty much reminds me of myself, but horsier.

Anyway, I know a lot of you people could care less about horses and are even more indifferent to what I think about mine. So here are some pictures.

If you don't get it, just keep looking for a while.

This caused a Luna Lovegood-esque uncontrollable laugh. (Remember the part in book 5 when Ron imitates Goyle and Luna's all "HAHAHAHALOLOLOLOLROFLMAO BABOON'S BACKSIDE THAT IS SO FUNNY LOLOLOLOLOL" and everyone thinks something's wrong with her? Yeah, that.)
But seriously, an explanation of this would be great.

That's all. I need to study.
Emo haircuts are for giraffesKBYE.
-Xenon

Baby Sebastian the cat.

This morning, I was taking my dog, Bootle, to the backyard (the yard is inconvenient enough to require someone to make sure she doesn't go somewhere random). She usually just walks around and does normal dog stuff, but today, she saw some cats and chased them. Bootle is not a vicious cat murderer, but she does enjoy chasing them at a safe distance.
Anyways...
One of the cats was Hermione, our current nicest alley cat and mother of several, but the other was a fuzzy black and white kitten. The kitten promptly sprinted to the fence, climbed up, and watched Bootle bark at him.

So I got Bootle to leave and stop scaring him, and she walked off and started sniffing things while I greeted the cat.
'Greeting' being a loose term.

I finally decided to stop potentially causing trauma to the kitten and/or risking claw wounds, so I left him alone.

After thinking for a while about what to name this kitten, I decided on Sebastian. I was thinking about Black Butler, but you can think of him as the crab from The Little Mermaid if you want. But not as anyone else.

Anyway, after that I went to school to take a final, which was easy assuming my brain was not trolling me as it sometimes does. It was the only one I was really worried about, I spent most of the time before it frantically reading my notes and pacing (I'm ridiculously laid back until I'm not), and it did not help that someone who took it before me was freaking out about how hard it was.
I didn't even need the stuff I was freaking out about forgetting.

So now I'm home and I have more exams tomorrow, but it's cool because I am awesome. I'll be changing my mind about that tomorrow when I have to take the test, but that doesn't make it less true.

That's all. I have a post planned for sometime that has slightly less pointless content, but that will only happen if it's actually funny.

Careful, there's a flamingo stealing your hair.

Until we meet again.
-Xenon

THE BUNNIES! ALL HOPE IS LOST!

Nevermind. Calm down, guys. Bunnies were just bunnies.

*pat pat*

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Sorry, my train of thought derailed and I couldn't think of anything to write. Let's try again.
I spent most of the day yesterday at the barn. I rode Jack first. He was being derp and wanted to go fast, but that's normal and he was nice anyway. If you didn't know, it took him about 3 years to a) decide that I was not going to eat him, b) stop feeling the need to test my abilities every three seconds by going in random circles, and c) find the brakes. I think he still finds me incompetent, if only because I frequently spend entire lessons singing and/or keeping up a monologue.
After Jack was done, I went to get Luke. Luke is the single hardest horse to catch out of all the hordes I've known. I walked into the pasture with five mints, a halter, and a leadrope, and spent forever calling him and acting all nice. At one point, I got him to walk up to me by holding up mints and clicking at him, and he ate a mint, stood for a while, and ran away. My friend and my riding teacher finally came out in a golf cart, where we chased him to the front of the pasture, cornered him, and stood with our arms stretched out to keep him from leaving while my teacher wrapped the rope around his neck and put the halter on. Then I brought him in and tacked him while he neighed loudly enough to cause pain every few minutes. He didn't do much during the lesson, but the saddle was different and felt wrong even though I got people to check it repeatedly.
Then we ate lunch, listened to someone talk about a riding team, untangled Luke's ridiculous tail, and looked at the foal.

Those of you who could care less about horses can start reading now.

So you know how I always say that Russia is my favorite Hetalia country, but I always post pictures of other countries if the subject comes up?

I'll fix that.

There. Happy nightmares, Hetalia watchers. Kolkolkolkol.

There were several loud thumps outside my house just now. Not even going to ask.

I would make this post longer, but I have stuff to do and I'm not being creative today. Or at all lately. I'll come back when I can be funny.

Cats are puffy.
-Xenon