31 May 2012

Viva El Verano, Suckazzz

Wow, first post of Summer 2012!!  Hold on tight, kiddos, we're going to be in for one bumpy ride these next three or so months. I feel that this .gif pretty much sums up my plans for the months ahead:

Guys this can be the logo for my blog this summer. We can make this happen. (Source: somewhere off tumblr that I can't remember... sorry!)

I hope that I can hone my skills as a blogger this summer. In order to try to speed up the process of pruning my blog, I have a few goals that I wish the achieve by the fall:

  1. Post at least five times every week (shouldn't be too hard  >;])
  2. Make a vlog with one of my friends (to all of you who comment: who's it gonna be?)
  3. Continue on with 'Fun Tunes Tuesday'
  4. Write at least one story-arc post per week (this would mean I would actually tell a story, not just blog about things happening in my life exactly at this moment).
  5. Go to lots of cool events and blog about them. Maybe even with pictures!!!
So, what do you think? Are these reasonable expectations for myself? I want to hear what you have to say, so if you think there are any other things I should include here on my blog :)

Edit: In regard to number two... Last night my friend Josalyn called me up (gotta love that girl). She told me that she had very recently got a guitar, and that she was going to learn how to play it this summer! That already was enough to make me excited, but then she went on to say that once she gets better we can do a duet. I literally squealed for about five minutes after she suggested this. Guys, y'all better watch out because me and Jos are going to dominate this blog with our duets. I am certain they will be magical <3 

30 May 2012

When Old Posts Come Back to Haunt Me

Remember when I wrote that post about the traumatizing text message I received about probing? It would seem that someone happened upon my blog today when they made an unfortunate google search involving frogs and probing. Something most of you might not be aware of is that I can track my traffic stats, and blogger will tell me what google searches people make that lead to my blog (my personal favorites being: Creepy Gamzee Picture, Funny Pie Charts, and [drum roll please]- Duggars). Today as I hopped online to check my stats, I saw something interesting:

This is the google search that someone made.

To whoever searched this (and after something sleuthing my guess is you're from Canada), I am extremely sorry that you did not get the results you had intended. My guess is whoever accidentally found their way onto my blog didn't mind it, though, because a new person answered my poll today saying that they loved me. Isn't it great how I try to get confirmation of my worth through my polls? I am just going to assume that whoever did that google search is the one who voted.

If you are the anonymous person who did that google search and are back for more amounts of Infinitely Pi, feel free to comment telling us all here on this humble site of your first experience on my blog. I'd love to hear all about it!!

29 May 2012

GOOD RIDDANCE HONORS GEOMETRY!

GUYS THIS IS BIG. Today I had my last class of Honors Geometry EVER. I don't think it is fathomable how good it felt being able to walk out of that class room for the last time (Okay, I have to go back for finals tomorrow, but shoosh. I'm talking here). As I exited the room I had to resist the temptation to fling my books at the ground in triumph and prod my middle finger classroomward. It was hard, but I managed to walk out of there with at least a shred of dignity left in my pocket. I also had a few choice words in mind for my teacher, and I had my fingers poised to flip him the bird, but I wasn't really interested in spending my last Geometry class in the Dean's office. Rather, I spent it with Peyton and Lia, and we managed to enjoy ourselves quite a bit (I usually have a good time with them, but it was enhanced today by the lack of Geometry-ish-ness).

All we did in class today was sit and work on our review packets for the final. Since I had called Peyton last night and had her help me finish mine, I had nothing to do. As a matter of fact, I was even a little bit sour at the beginning of class, with the promise of a terribly hard final in my future. But Peyton managed to turn my frown upside down with a kickin' Sollux impersonation (Do people still say "kickin'"? I sure do). I could not stop laughing for the duration of the class period. Despite being reprimanded by my teacher for not working, I triumphantly showed him my completed review packet, and I am unsure whether he was surprised I actually did it or not. Don't get me wrong, I always did my homework, but my motivation to finish that packet was at about 0% all of last week. I believe I had made myself clear in that aspect.

Here is an easy-to-follow graph I constructed to help illustrate my point. Click the image to enlarge it.

Basically, I am done with Geometry, and it is one of the best feelings in my ENTIRE LIFE. All I want to do right now is to go to the edge of a cliff that looks out on to a great expanse and shout: 

BORN FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

That is how I feel right now: I am born free. After completing Honors Geometry I have been reborn into a new and humbled individual, who now knows how pointless the entire subject is in its entirety. I don't even want to think about taking Advanced Algebra next year. For now just let me sit in the sweet, sweet after birth. 

Edit 6/24/12: Why did I link Sollux's name to his wiki page. I literally have no memory of what my intention was with that one. 

28 May 2012

I Suck At Texting

A couple nights ago around 10:30 I was sitting in my bed relaxing after a long day, and emailing one of my friends. After a few minutes my phone started buzzing, creating a racket by vibrating my nightstand and lighting up red, altering me of the incoming message. I wearily picked up my phone and opened it up, ready to send a brusque message to the whoever bothered me. But once I saw who it was from, I nearly dropped my phone. The message was from a boy who I had had a crush on in middle school, but I had not been talking to him as much recently. I was a little disconcerted, and what made me even more confused was that it was a picture message.

I closed my eyes tight and clicked the 'okay' button so I could read the text. In little black letters across my screen were the words "Where does the probe come out?".

Where Does The Probe Come Out?

This is what I get for having a cell phone with texting enabled. I had absolutely no idea why my former crush was sending me text messages about probing, and I sat there with my mouth gaping open. My eyes popped out of my head and I threw my phone down on my bed. I was utterly and totally confused. Then I saw that the picture was of our Biology lab about frog anatomy, and the probe was sticking out of one of the frog's body parts. Nervously, I sent him a text message telling him that no, I do not know where the probe comes out, and I am sorry that I couldn't be of assistance. After that I just sat in my bed for a minute, trying to pretend like that didn't traumatize me. I suppose at this point it'd be helpful to clue you all in on the fact that I am utterly afraid that if there is ever an alien apocalypse an anal probe will be used on me. Sorry if that was TMI, but I feel like it  is an important part of this story.

Soon afterwords I turned off my phone and went to bed. I am still working to forget about that night, but so far that hasn't really been able to happen. I need closure on this, but I have no idea what to do. Any advice?

25 May 2012

Science Is For Nerds

Today in my Healthy Living class we talked about sexting. After the lecture was over, I thought to myself,

"Why sext when you can make sexual jokes about science?"

Pure Gold. Feel free to use this one anytime (You're welcome).

As I half heartedly completed my Biology Final Review packet tonight, a flood of pick up lines came up in my head. It's gotten to the point that I feel I should be a little bit concerned, but in all honesty, I feel like there isn't that big of a need to be worried (unrelated side note: I typed that whole sentence without spelling errors and my face pressed into my pillow. I have accomplished something great here). 

Also, as I was flipping through my Bio textbook today, I realized that there are a lot of random pictures scattered throughout the pages. You know how in textbooks they try to make the topic relatable to the real world, and they have pictures celebrating cultural diversity with captions like, "Alfonse, Maria, DeShaun, and Tammy look on with interest as the scientist explains how to successfully transfer genetic information". Or something like that. Anyway, one caught my eye while I was in class today, and I literally could not stop laughing for about five minutes. On the bottom of page 214, there is a picture of a small, wrinkled old lady who is smiling and holding a single ear of corn. What makes it even better is that there is a paparazzi in the background, and they're all fighting to get her picture. It is literally the most bizarre thing I've ever seen. I'll try to upload a picture of it on here tomorrow, because it is just too good not to share, quite frankly.

That's all for now, homies. I think I'm going to go to bed soon because I have to start studying for finals tomorrow (UGH). Nighty night. 

Edit: I revisited this post this afternoon and for the first time realized how totally ridiculous it is. 

24 May 2012

Art (For The First Time In Forever)

I was talking to my friend Matt tonight, and I was griping about how I wanted to do a ukulele cover of "Baby Got Back" to post on my blog, but I couldn't because my brother was working on a major project. He kindly suggested I draw a picture, and that got me thinking. I haven't drawn a picture on this blog since the first few months I started posting. But that was back when I would just relive old memories and illustrate them for comical purposes.

Tonight, however, is a different story. I asked Matt what he wanted me to draw, and, most unwisely, he said I could surprise him. I set off to google, searching for a website where I could draw online for free. Once I got to my destination, I just stared blankly at my vast canvas.

"What to draw... what to draw..." I whispered to myself, tapping my chin thoughtfully. Then ideas struck left and right. I colored furiously, a devious grin spreading across my face. In a matter of less than 10 minutes, I had produced a viable picture. I took my inspiration from "Baby Got Back", and drew a butt. More specifically, my butt.


I know, I know, not necessarily the best choice when drawing for a friend, but I threw caution to the wind tonight. It is  my duty as an artist to post this picture, and post it I shall. Also I would like to note that my butt is nowhere near that voluptuous in real life. 

Matt... I hope I didn't scar you in some way with this. Moral of the story: Don't let me surprise you. 

Let's See How Far We've Come

I was looking at my blog archive today, and it sort of shocked me:


Since September of 2011, I have definitely made a big stride in how often I update my blog. Even this year in 2012, I've increased my post count each month since January. Part of me is proud of myself for being able to have so much to say, but another voice in my head starts to worry. Are my posts losing quality? Are the things I wrote way back when more interesting because I spent a few days coming up with them? 

One notable thing is that once I started reading Homestuck (March 2012), my post count started jumping considerably. While I realize I do post quite a bit about Homestuck, it can't possibly the only reason for my increase in posting. One reason I am sure of is that I love blogging, and it's very relaxing for me to type up things to post on here. But the fear is still there.

So, long time blog readers, what say you? Do you prefer my old posts, or my newer ones? I would post a poll asking, but my current poll still has about 8 days left until the timeout, and deleting that poll until it expires is just something I am not okay with (I have a staunch policy of keeping polls up until their time runs out). Instead, leave a comment, if you'd please. Honestly, I would love to hear what you all have to say. 

P.S.-I'm so sorry for the Matchbox 20 reference in the post title. Really, I couldn't help myself, they were my favorite band in fifth grade. Reliving my old musical tastes is still a sore topic with me at times, and I'm just trying to have closure, okay?

23 May 2012

5 More Days

There is almost less than a week of school left.


Sometimes I sit back and wonder why it isn't summer vacation yet. I keep referring to this gif every time I feel like I'm not going to make it to the end of the school year. 

Edit: Somedays I look at my blog and wonder why I don't have more followers. Then I go back and reread all of my posts and my question is answered. I don't know why but I just really like the idea of having a lot of followers. Oftentimes I get really discouraged, at which point I refer to this again:


Somehow Mordecai is able to support me in even my darkest hour. 

22 May 2012

For The Love of Hannah

Fun Fact: As of today I have only had one friend who has the same name as me. You'd think with a name like Hannah, I'd have five or six friends with my name. And while it's true that there are hoards of Hannah's walking the halls at my school (alliteration intended), I have yet to befriend any of them. The only other Hannah I've ever been friends with was a pen pal of mine from a couple of summers ago. She lived a few hours away out in the countryside, and I only ever met her in person once. The reason we became pen pals was because I was already a pen pal with my aunt, who lived in the same town as Hannah. Since we're about the same age, my aunt gave me her address and we began writing to one another. We haven't really corresponded much lately, because we're so busy, but as of right now she is the only Hannah who's ever been my friend.

I don't know why I am so opposed to being friends with other Hannah's, and I think part of the problem is I was so unaware of this for so long. The only reason it was brought to my attention was because I was in the infamous Foods class (come to think of it, most of my problems have started in that class). A couple of weeks ago we were put into new groups, and my teacher thought it would be hilarious to put the three girls in the class with the same name in one group. While working with the other Hannah's, I realized I was not friends with either of them, nor any of the other Hannah's in the school. It is absolute chaos trying to get anything done in a group with people who all have the same name. Whenever any of us try to address the other, the other Hannah will turn around as well. The funny thing is there was actually a fourth Hannah in my class, but she stopped showing up, so only us three remain. I don't really know the other Hannh's in my group really well, so things get pretty awkward whenever we try to talk to each other, at least from my perspective. Our conversations never really stray from school and movies.

My problems don't stop there, though. I also have a Hannah in my math class. Whenever me and the other Hannah both raise our hands to ask a question, my teacher, being the jerk wad that he is, will say,

"Yes, Hannah?"

This prompts us to make a decision of who is going to ask their question first, while my teacher looks on with a devious grin plastered across his face (I could complain more about him, but I'll stop here. Honestly, though, there is a lot to be said about a man who forces me to calculate the surface area of grain silos). Pretty much every time my teacher pulls this stunt it ends in an uncomfortable silence.

Case in point, I hate having a common name, and the only thing I hate more than that is being friends with someone named Hannah, too.

P.S.-I was very nearly named Mary Catherine, and I really question why my parents didn't go with that name. Honestly, there are so many good nick name opportunities there, whereas Hannah only has "Hannah Banana". I was called Hannah Banana so much as a small child I actually believed my middle name was Banana for a year or two, much to the distress of my mother.

If you could change my name, what name would you give me?

21 May 2012

The Year Is Almost Over

Wow, it's hard to believe, but the school year is almost over! I have about seven more days and then I can kiss that death trap goodbye for almost three whole months! I am so excited, I hardly even have words I can write down to express my emotions. Instead have this image:

This is exactly how I feel. Taken from: here

Now for a little history lesson: The entire reason I created this blog in the first place was to help me survive school. It helped a little in the beginning, because I had something else to do at school besides cry (the beginning of the year was a pretty rough patch for me). I thought that if I blogged everyday I would become happy. But it's the sort of artificial happiness that comes from, say, marrying Jack Johnson. It's not possible, but thinking about it is nice. Funnily enough, as the months passed by, I was actually starting to enjoy blogging more and more, and Infinitely Pi as it is today started to take shape. Now I love blogging, and I don't know how I got through the first month of school without it. All of you readers who comment and leave nice messages of encouragement and compliments literally make my day. It is so comforting knowing that people out there actually read all this crap I write, and that they actually enjoy it. This all means so much more to me than any of you will probably ever know. And now, with Summer on the horizon, I hope to keep on updating, and hopefully Infinitely Pi will be able to celebrate it's 1 year birthday in September with lots of old friends and hopefully a few new readers.

I've been wanting to write this post for awhile now, and it feels really nice finally being able to get it down and posted. I just want to give all of my readers a big 'ol hug right now. Unfortunately this is the best I can do:


Mmmm... there we go. Are you getting warm fuzzies right now? I sure am. Thank you all so much for supporting me in my at times ridiculous endeavors with this blog. 



20 May 2012

How Do I Art?

I was going through my iPhoto albums awhile back, and I found a bunch of really old pictures I took. I can't remember what exactly I was going for, but I think it had something to do with a guide to being creative. It sounds stupid, but I was bored that day. Anyway, I went through and chose my favorites. Will you guys tell me yours?

This is a piece of paper with the words 'explore' written on it, placed on a piece of art I made. 

For some reason I used the word 'Explore' in multiple photos. In this one I wrote 'Explore' in cursive and then placed it by some paisley's I drew. Yeah, this one doesn't really make any sense, and I don't like it much at all. 

This one I really like. More of my dang artwork (if you can call it that), and I wrote in between the lines. Get it? Because the words are in between the lines? Ugh, even that is too punny for my tastes. 

I thought this one was sort of cute, and it's pretty self-explanatory. Just your average boy made out of paper jumping out of a shoe. 

Do you have a favorite? Do you have one you don't like? Should I have posted these at all? No, probably. 

Night y'all, I have school tomorrow. 

EDIT: Click on the pictures so you can view them in a larger scale. I think that does them more justice. 

School Is Weird

Yesterday at school was bizarre. Around fifth period I was in Biology, and we had a substitute. This wasn't really what made it odd, because my teacher is a track coach and is often gone because of track meets. We ended up working on a lab, and the sub didn't really strike me as unordinary in any way. He was a little on the tall side, curly brown hair, beard stubble, glasses, etc. Right after the bell rang to end class, he went and stood by the door of the classroom, waiting for the next class of students to arrive. As I exited the classroom, I considered telling him to have a nice day, just to prove that I can be a nice person like that. Right as I was about to say something, the substitute violently broke wind. I kid you not, this was the type of fart that rumbled through the air. I whipped around and looked at him, surprised, and he was looking around to see if anyone noticed. I quickly turned around and dashed off to Economics, a little bit confused, and also giggling uncontrollably.

Once I arrived to Economics, I realized that I had to give a presentation, which I was completely and utterly unprepared for. Not only was my computer dead, but the keynote presentation my partners and I half heartedly whipped together was C+ quality at best*. My friend and fellow group member Josalyn lent me her charger, and by the time class started my battery was charged to 11%. My teacher, being the malicious tyrant he is, decided to make my group present first. I took a deep breath and strutted up to the front of the classroom, hissing instructions to my partners about which slides I wanted them to read. Then we started, and we tried our hardest to give a riveting presentation about famous economist Sir William Arthur Lewis. Once we clicked past the last slide, I thought we were done and could return to our seats, but my teacher had other plans. He kept us standing up there, and asked us multiple questions about our economist, none of which we had the answers for. Despite being able to think on my feet in situations like this, I was at a complete loss. What made it even worse was my teacher was sitting in a student desk and munching on a Little Debbie cookie treat, and he looked so ridiculous I couldn't focus because it took all I had to keep from laughing. Luckily for me, my computer flashed it's "running on reserve battery power" pop up message, and my teacher said we could go back to our seats. Saved by the bell, was my initial reaction to this, until I realized it wasn't really a bell.

This was all really distressing yesterday, and I am so grateful that there are only 8 days of school left. I can't wait till summer.

P.S.- McCormick with corn rows.

*Edit 6/24/12: Guys I just thought I would let you know we ended up getting an A on that project. I have absolutely no idea how because I literally bullshitted my way through that entire presentation.

19 May 2012

More ukulele and also some emotions

Yesterday I went through a lot of friendship drama. Me and one of my best friends got into a pretty nasty fight, and it was a terrible experience, all in all. In the midst of the tirade, I wrote a song about being an angsty teenager with friendship issues. Despite the fact that these issues have been resolved, I still want to post this song. I think that my voice sounds really flat/sharp/whatever in this song, but no matter!! Also, I switch strumming patterns approximately three times, and I don't know if it makes the song sound better or if it just sounds terrible. My guess is it's a flavorful mix of the two.

I don't know if I like this song or if I hate it. 

My little bit of talking at the beginning isn't referring to my friendship working out better next time. It was because I had gone through about 6 separate attempts at recording the song, and I was pep-talking myself because I guess that's what I like to do.

Here, if that made you feel weird inside, just listen to this little tune I am posting specifically for the purpose of bringing back any feels that could potentially have been destroyed by my poor song writing/warbly singing voice. 



I made up this tune when I first got my uke, and I've been desperately been wanting to use it in a song ever since :P

Peace out for tonight, homies. 




18 May 2012

We Need Music

As of right now I've decided this blog needs more music on it. Not my music, per se, but just more music in general. That's why right now I'm going to post some of my favorite songs from the past few months:

The Vaccines: Norgaard

The Killers: Human (Armin Van Buuren Club Remix)

Alex Day: Lady Godiva


Guster: Satellite

I have absolutely no idea if posting these songs counts as copy right infringement of some kind, but I don't really see why it would be, since I am not taking credit for these songs, and they were on youtube in the first place. Anyway, I listened to all of these today, and I like them all quite a bit. I don't know which is my favorite. Which do you like the best? 



JOSALYN IS MY FRIEND AND SHE THROWS GOOD PARTIES

This post is way overdue, but there have been considerable road blocks stopping me from writing about Josalyn's birthday party. They include, but are not limited to: me asking for pictures of the party and no one giving them to me, me waiting for people to give me pictures, and my forgetfulness.

Roadblocks aside, I'm going to write about it now. Let's get one thing straight first: Any party Josalyn throws is guaranteed to be a smash. She is one cool cat, and I love chilling with her. In honor of her 15th birthday a couple of weeks ago, Josalyn rounded up me and a bunch of our other friends, and we partied hard.

The party started around one o clock in the afternoon. When I arrived Josalyn and my other friend Matt were blowing up balloons (Matt, since I mentioned your name you can have a post tag now). Josh, another friend, was fiddling with the radio trying to find the most obnoxious radio station to tune it to. He decided upon the Opera station. I was hoping for cool jazz. Anyhow, more of our friends started showing up, and once all the balloons were blown up, the party began.

For approximately an hour we hung out in Josalyn's living room, chatting, eating the snacks provided, and throwing balloons at each other. The balloon battle was fierce, and many balloons were popped in the process. I feel like it's not really a party unless there's been a latex sacrifice. After we killed off most of the balloons, we went out to Josalyn's backyard and whacked the piñata. You read that right: WHACKED THE  PIÑATA. Did I mention I don't really think it's a party unless there's a piñata?

The piñata was huge, and I am guessing it was pretty authentic, because it was heavy and made out of like 12 layers of newspaper. It was a giant green bull, and it wouldn't break apart for nothing. Part of the problem may have been that we were using a whiffle bat, and that the bat bent after being hit against the piñata too much. We eventually had to switch to a baseball bat. The baseball bat is what did it in, in the end, after much persuasion (persuasion, in this case, is the piñata being whacked repeatedly on the neck). After the piñata finally broke, we reaped the spoils by all jumping onto the candy as fast as possible. I took all the BlowPops.

I had someone take a picture of me with the piñata carcass that I wanted to post, but alas, I do not know what happened to this picture. After the piñata fiasco, we went back inside and Josalyn opened her gifts, and it was all good fun, really. Unfortunately, three o clock came too soon, and I had to leave. I bought some time though by not flagging my mom down when she was driving, lost, through the neighborhood.

Josalyn, I am so sorry it took me so long to write this post. You're such a great friend and I'm sorry if you felt like I was putting you off, which I promise I was not trying to do intentionally. I hope you liked this summary of your birthday party <> <>

17 May 2012

DAT UPD8

I'm really sorry to any of my non-Homestuck reader blog followers, but this post is 100% necessary. Warning: Spoilers

THE UPDATE. LAST NIGHT. WHAT THE HECK.

I can't help but wonder why in the world Gamzee and John kissed. Like, what the heck was the motive behind that? God, Hussie is just killing all of the JohnxDave shippers right now. Okay, I can't really write about this anymore so here's this picture

HSDGJ:SDG:DGHS:IUHSDGIUHSEIOG

I also made this picture my blog background today because I feel like it's imperative that I use it as a background, despite the fact that it drives me crazy. 

Goodbye, I think I'm going to go curl up in a ball now. 

EDIT: Okay, I think I've calmed down now. Sorry this post was so crappy but I can't write about this yet... it's too soon. 

EDIT #2: I am going to try to write more about this now... 
Another reason this is so upsetting is that last night after I got out of the shower I was planning on actually doing homework. It was around nine o clock at night so there wasn't really a point, but I was going to try nonetheless. Wait, I thought, I should check my email before I start studying. This was the first of a chain of big mistakes made last night. As I logged onto Yahoo last night I saw that I had an email. I clicked on the little envelope icon, excited to see what awaited me. When I saw that it was an update notification I nearly screamed. Then I hopped on over to MSPA to check out the latest flash. Immediately after I was done watching it I screamed a little bit and then logged into tumblr to see just how messed up everything on there was. I spent the next hour and a half browsing new JohnxGamzee artwork and rewatching the update. Before I knew it, it was eleven o clock, and I went to sleep. For reasons unknown still, I had a dream about Tavros dressed as a baby. Yeah, I'm confused too. 

16 May 2012

Next Food Network Star

Note: I pulled this one out of the vault (more commonly referred to as my 'drafts' folder) and I finished it. Since I wrote it on Monday of this week, each time I refer to last night I am talking about Sunday :3

I really need to stop watching television. Even though I rarely use the 'poor reality television show choices' post tag, I'm going to have to pull it out again today.

For the past four or so years, each Sunday night starting in May, my mother and I tune into the 'Next Food Network Star' competition. In years past it has proven to be a nice distraction from homework, and in the middle of summer it gives me something to do when thunderstorms keep me inside. The problem is that this year, they've changed the rules. Before there were 15 or so contestants, and three judges, and each week there was a challenge, one would get axed, etc.

Now, though, there's teams. Each team has five members (one is a group of four now after the elimination last night). There is a team leader for each team who acts as a mentor of sorts to the contestants. After the challenge each week, the judges (there's only two now) choose a winning team, and all of those people are immune for that week. From the two remaining teams the judges choose the weakest member on each, and they have a cook off. From there the judges choose a winner, and who is sent home. Even though I've only seen one episode, I'm guessing that's how it'll be each week. Don't get me wrong, here, I don't mind change that much, it's just that I really liked the way the show was set up before.

Another thing that really bothers me, no matter what television show I watch, is that before I really get to know the contestants, whenever one of them makes a mistake, it's unbearable for me. It's just so...awkward. Last night I literally had to leave the room when one of the guys forgot to pick up one of the ingredients he needed at the grocery store. It's also really awkward for me when I'm trying to watch them compete in front of the camera when they have their video challenges. I swear to god I almost had an aneurysm last night from how stressed out I got trying to watch that show.

Also, I have a theory that Bobby Flay's team is going to win. Just hear me out: One of the remaining judges is Susie  Fogelson, and from her behavior last season, I have every reason to believe that she is going to favor Team Bobby. Just go look back at every episode from the last season of "Next Food Network Star" and tell me she isn't flirting with him, her fellow judge, the whole entire time. She got a choice seat next to Mr.Flay at the judges table, and you could totally see she was enjoying it. Just look at her in this picture:

Honey, he's not even looking at you. 


Seriously, I need to lay off reality t.v. for awhile, before it kills me.


14 May 2012

JakeDirk Monday

Who needs Haikus on Mondays when you have my OTP?



A Failed Adventure in Vlogging

Remember when I blogged briefly about those people my friends and I met on Omegle? Welp, I wrote a song on Saturday about all of the strange and exciting feelings that come along with actually meeting someone cool on the internet.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a good singer, and this is really off key and terrible, but Lizzie really wants me to upload it, so upload it I shall. Also, you guys finally get to hear what I sound like! (For those of you who don't know me in real life). I am curious if it meets your expectations!

Also, the video quality is crap, but I had to use my semi-broken camera for the job, because I don't know if the library is still loaning out cameras this late in the school year...


I just rewatched the video, and HOLY CRAP THERE IS A LOT OF GREEN IN MY ROOM. Green shirt on me, green wall behind me, green bedspread next to me. Just... geez. I need to get control of myself, and green isn't even my favorite color! :o

Note to the people I wrote this about: Is this creepy? I don't know, because quite frankly if someone I hardly knew wrote a song about me, I would be flattered. But then again, I am a questionable individual. 

Another thing! As I mentioned, I wrote this song rather than doing my homework, and guess what?! I recorded it instead of doing homework too! Gosh, you guys should be grateful I am such a dedicated b/vlogger. Yeesh. 

Lyrics:
-I made fun of the decor in your house because I didn't think you could hear my voice at all.
-Chatting with a web cam is something really new to me.
-Subtleties and inquiries about everything that's happening in my life.
-How is it possible I have so much in common with you?
(Chorus)
-I don't even know your names
-But now I just can't move on.
-You didn't try to show me your dick and that's a quality that sticks
-whenever I'm looking for a friend


12 May 2012

Just Popping In

I feel like I haven't posted anything fun in a few days, and I'm not really posting anything fun today, either. I'm just stopping in right now to tie up a few loose ends and post some pictures.

First Order of Business: My Strange Addiction
I was chilling with my friends Amber and Lizzie  last night, and Amber made us watch about three episodes of My Strange Addiction on Youtube. If you've never seen/heard of the show, it's basically a bunch of people who, well, have strange addictions. I think the strangest addictions we saw were a three way tie between intimate relationship with car, triple K breast implants, and adult who dressed like a baby. I always think it's sort of interesting how the people get into these addictions in the first place, you know? There had to be a first time they did the strange thing, and I always wonder what prompted them to do it.

While we were watching the episode of the woman who had so many breast implants she had a bra size of triple K, something really odd happened. There was a close up of the woman as she was having a heart to heart with her friend about her addiction, and in the background was the slightly blurry face of an unidentified man. Maybe we're the only ones who find this funny/creepy, but I feel like sharing nonetheless...

The fact that he has a mustache makes it so much worse better.

Second Order of Business: Omegle
Also last night while I was hanging out with friends, we decided to hop onto Omegle. I've only ever been on a few times before, and each time has proven traumatic in some way. Considering Omegle is a sight where people like do naughty things in front of strangers, I always feel like I am playing a game of Russian Roulette every time I get on (Will I see something gross this time?... Nope! How about now? ...OH GOD NO WHY). 

After being on for about half an hour, and skipping past hundreds of questionable individuals, something uncanny occurred. We met normal people! Two teenagers of about our age named Sean and Sarah were online, and we had the pleasure of making their acquaintance. We had a delightful conversation ranging from Harry Potter to Fanfiction to ridiculous teachers, and it was fabulous. Never before have I had such a long conversation on Omegle, and best of all, this one didn't end up with us being flashed or being asked to take off clothing. All in all I am quite glad we met them, and I think this will go down in history as being the best Omegle experience of my whole life. 

Third Order of Business: Tavros
Yesterday in Economics I was chatting with Josalyn as I went through old pictures on my desktop, and I found this:


As of right now I am still unable to explain why I love the idea of Tavros being able to play the bongos so much, but it's the truth. I have absolutely no idea who drew this picture, and I think it's off Tumblr...(?) Though I'm certain we all know I was not responsible for this. Honestly, there have been so many failed attempts at art on this blog, no one would believe me even if I said I drew it ;) 

Sorry that this post was all over the place, but I didn't really feel like writing three whole posts devoted to these topics at hand. I hope you all have a wonderful Saturday! 

EDIT: I feel like it's important to mention that sometimes I purposely stick Josalyn's name in posts just so I can use the 'Josalyn' post tag because it's fun. 

11 May 2012

WHOAAAAH

OKAY OKAY OKAY. I have news about that one math test that I didn't study for at all. Guess what?

...I DIDN'T FAIL!

Granted, I got a C, but that's not what's important right now. This morning I got on the internet to check my grades, and I flipped my lid when I saw that my overall math grade went up. What's most amazing is that I thought I failed... and I didn't! I'm sorry if none of you care about this, but despite my hatred of math I am feeling slightly less violent about math right now.


I hate math still, that's for certain, but at least I'm not failing Geometry anymore. 

Whoa, Man!

This is something that few of you probably know about. Whenever someone comments on  my blog, I get friendly little email notifications. I'm assuming that none of you knew this because there was never really any reason to bring it up... UNTIL NOW.

Basically what happened was I got on my email this morning and I had an email that someone commented on my blog. Usually this wouldn't be too big of a deal, but when I went to see the comment live on my blog, it wasn't there. Either there was a glitch, or the commenter deleted what they wrote.

Since this is the first comment I've gotten on my blog from someone I don't know, I really wanted to post about gosh darn it! (If you're the commenter who wrote this comment I'm about to post a screenshot of and don't want me discussing it on here after you possibly deleted it, just tell me and I can delete this post!)


I hope it's readable! I sort of wanted to address this whole 'hating math' thing. While it is a true fact that I absolutely hate math, I think it's important to realize that a lot of what I write about on here is joking. I am just being a goofball, so to speak. So even though I do hate math, I don't want people to think I'm being serious about this. Despite this I am glad this commenter tried to be helpful and give me advice! If they did delete their comment, I wish they hadn't, because I wholeheartedly feel like some sort of prize should be in order for the first commenter I don't know. Oh well! I guess that prize is still up for the taking, then...?


10 May 2012

Cut Class Not Frogs

I always thought that frog dissections were only things that happened on television. It never occurred to me that I might actually have to perform one at some point in my life. Unfortunately, my Biology class is on our dissection unit, and we have to dissect frogs. The smell in our classroom this entire week has been absolutely putrid. Just imagine the smell of hundreds of dead frogs mingled with preservative and shame.

The worst part is that we had to write our name along with our partner's names on a piece of tape and wrap it around one of the frog's legs so we could identify which is ours later. Each day that we're done working on our frogs we have to put them back into a Ziplock bag. I think this wouldn't be that bad if everyone didn't have to put all the frogs in the same bag. The sight of 15 dead frogs in a big plastic bag is just gut wrenching. There are so many frogs in the bag that it won't even close, and random frog limbs are poking out all over the place. What made it even worse was this morning (first period, no less), my teacher opened up a drawer and inside there were about 10 other bags filled with dead frogs. I nearly lost my breakfast. I don't know how many more days we're going to have to work on these frogs, but I hope to God that tomorrow is the last day.

I haven't actually had to touch the frog yet, which I am extremely thankful for. I chose two lab partners that were both extremely enthusiastic about dead amphibians, which has helped considerably in my mission to not lay a finger on the dead frog. One of them was gone this morning, leaving only me and my friend Ben. The problem today was that Ben jammed one of his thumbs and he has to have a brace-thing on his hand, so he couldn't use that hand to dissect. And since he was missing the use of one hand and my other partner was gone, I actually had to be an active participant in the dissection today. Of course today was the day that we had to make an incision on the frog's leg and then tear it's skin off. Don't ask me why we had to do that, because I have no answer except my Biology teacher made me. (Note: I still didn't touch it, I made Ben do it all because I'm a terrible person who gets squeamish too easily).

If we are truly done with the dissection tomorrow, I will be the happiest girl in the world. My only other worry at this point is if we're going to have to do a Lab Practical Exam, and do part of a dissection for a grade. If that's the case, I'm probably going to fail.

Unrelated Side Note: Still no news on my Geometry test. I'm getting scared now that it's still not graded. I go to Geometry next period so hopefully I'll find out my grade then, fingers crossed! :3

You Guys Should Give Me Stuff!

Remember my cork board? Most unfortunately, it has become extremely cluttered over the past couple of months. I've been planning on cleaning it up for awhile now, but it's hard to commit to it. Especially because I don't want to have to decide what stays and what goes. As I tore through the many layers of memories on my cork board last night, I found stuff that dates all the way back to 2006. Most of the stuff from elementary school had to go. Actually, most of the stuff had to go, to make room for art that my friend Josalyn has given me. There is also some art of my own, and pictures of my family, etc. 

Geez, you guys need to step it up. As it stands right now, my cork board is about 50% Josalyn and Lizzie. I think it would be lots of fun if you, all of my blog readers, made me nice things that I could hang on my board! Yes, this is me being greedy, but as the author of this blog I don't care about being greedy on here. I just realized it might be awkward if no one makes me anything... so you can be the game changer! Hand me stuff in real life, or you can always email me at: infinitelypiblog@yahoo.com 

I just made this email this morning, and it is specifically for my blog. Send anything you want here :D 


09 May 2012

Today, In a Nutshell

Wow, two posts about Math hatred in two days, WOOOO!!!!!!!!

Today I took that math test I refused to study for last night. The teacher was gone today and we had a sub, so it's not in the grade book yet, but mark my words, I failed that little mofo.

The class I had after math was English large group. English large group is quite possibly one of the most pointless classes I have ever taken. What happens is me and about 150 other kids in English all have to go to my school's auditorium and act like we care about what we're learning. Don't get me wrong, I really like English class in general. But when you sit me in a room with over a hundred other kids who are bored and try to make me take notes, nothing good will come of it.

Today as I sat in my seat, still fuming about the test I'd just taken, an idea hit me. I flipped over my notes packet, and I started to construct a poem about math, and why it sucks and needs to go die but first be burned alive and impaled by a splintery rod. My friend Leah has been wanting me to write a poem about how much I hate math for awhile now,  and today my muse was finally ready to comply. Unfortunately the poem actually really sucks and I only have two stanzas done, but I sort of wanted to post it anyway. So, without further ado...

I hate math.
It's not hard to admit.
Everyday I go to class,
it makes my stomach sick.

Oceans of equations
get jumbled up in my mind.
When will I ever need to use this? 
It's simply a waste of time. 

I can't decide if I'm going to finish it or not. Any feedback/suggestions? I'm sorry to any of my readers who actually like math, but I thought it'd been established by this point that I have extremely violent feelings toward the subject. I really hope that my teacher grades my test tonight. Wouldn't it be something if I checked my grade and I got an A?! Yeah, that would be something, but I highly doubt it'll happen. I also just realized as I read over this post that I bash not only math in this post, but English class too. Geez, I really need to get my act together.

Wait! While I'm complaining about school, here's another class I can gripe about: Foods. I'm sorry if you're expecting another steamy story of me and my star-crossed suitor (who, for the record, is no longer my star-crossed suitor). But, what actually happened today was that me and my group members (All of whom are named Hannah. But that's a whole different story), had to make microwavable lasagna. Just think about that and I believe you can formulate your own opinion on how that product turned out. After we were done eating, I was washing some of our dishes in the sink. Everything was going fine until I tried to rinse off a pan and a bucket load of water splashed all over my jeans and feet. I pretended not to care, and then not a moment later I turned around and hit my head on a cabinet. I chuckled along with my group members, poking fun at my own clumsiness, but I was still pretty embarrassed. I managed to not do anything stupid for about a minute and a half, until I was walking to grab a paper towel and I slipped on some of the water that splashed out of the sink when I got wet. I was so off balance I had to grab onto the counter for support, and banged my left knee on a cupboard. By the time class had ended, I was a damp, battered, and bruised mess of a girl. Luckily I'm home now and I'm in a fresh pair of jeans. 

God, today was really something else. I hope you all had wonderful days, my lovely blog readers! Catch ya on the flip side, when I will hopefully have news about my math test (*gulp*). 

:)

Why Did I Write This?


Approximately a month ago I wrote this post, and now it is the only thing in my Drafts folder. I really am curious as to why I wrote this (since I have no memory of my intentions). It made me laugh a little bit when I read it, but that may just be because I like to laugh at my own stupidity sometimes. Who knows.

I am typing in a large font right now. Or should I say write now since that would be a HILARIOUS pun. Okay, maybe not that funny. Now I'm writing with a green highlight! AHAHAHAH

Tomorrow is Easter.Now I am writing in purple. I remember last Easter I made a blog post about geo-caching on my old blog because that's what we did to kill some time. This post doesn't make any sense. Over and out home dogs. 


Should I be concerned? Yeah, I don't know either. Anywho, happy Wednesday! Today's background is for Josalyn (and also a portion of it is for me). 

08 May 2012

I WANT MATH TO DIE

Guess how many other things I should be doing right now instead of writing this post?

  1. Work on my Biology lab
  2. Study for my math test tomorrow
  3. Finish reading the third Percy Jackson book
  4. Study for my math test tomorrow
  5. Take my dog on her daily walk
  6. STUDY FOR MY FREAKING MATH TEST TOMORROW
Most unfortunately, three out of the six pertain to math. More specifically, the test that I have coming up tomorrow. Today I got hit with a painful bag of bricks when I took a four question mini quiz in math that was supposed to help us gauge how well we'd do on the upcoming test (Note: the bag of bricks was not literal. Mostly just metaphorical and also a little bit figurative). In an interesting turn of events I managed to completely bomb every single question on the mini quiz. I wasn't even in the ballpark with my answers.

What is also concerning is before the test my friend Peyton told me one of the answers she'd found out from another friend. It "had to do with the sector problem". Considering my knowledge on what exactly a sector is, is extremely limited, I didn't even know what question to put that answer for. So instead of 1/4 I received 0/4. 

We graded the mini quizzes in class immediately after we took them. We switched papers with the person behind us, and our teacher told us the answers. When I got my paper back, I was not satisfied. In a moment of passion I ripped my paper in two and slammed it on my desk. Not a minute later I found out we'd have to be handing these mini quizzes in to our teacher. I looked at my friend sitting next to me, and pleadingly asked, 

"WHAT SHOULD I DO?!"

She proceeded to ask the teacher what would happen if you ripped your paper in half. He said that you would get an automatic zero. And me, being the idiot that I am, said,

"Well, I already got a zero anyway, so it doesn't even matter."

Big mistake. I felt like every single pair of eyes in the classroom turned to look at me. I could feel my face redden, and the tears forming in my eyes. I rested my head in my arms and tried to not act like a total fool for the rest of the class. I wasn't even able to manage that. As I looked back at my torn paper a few minutes later, I tore it up into even smaller chucks. I wasn't satisfied until the paper was so unsalvageable that I had to throw it in the garbage can. My teacher said nothing. 

Considering today's events, I probably really should study right now, but it seems that even when I do study, I still do poorly on my tests. Sometimes even worse than when I don't study. Since my track record with math has been less than satisfactory, I think I'm just going to have to call this one a draw.

Edit: Also this link because this is the other side of my emotions today besides indignation.
Edit #2: I found this while on tumblr tonight and this is pretty much what happens over summer break.



He's Watching.

Today I was going to use this picture as my blog background, and have it on tile so a bunch of Lil' Cal puppet faces would be staring you down as you read.


Luckily, I'm not that mean. You're welcome. lolwhoops did I forget to tell you I am that mean? 

Don't worry, I have an actual blog post in the works that should be up sometime later today. 

Edit: I just realized that the last time I showered was Sunday. I'm already dressed for school... so it seems a shower won't be happening today. I don't know why I'm telling you all this. My best guess is that I'm trying to justify my grossness at this point. Eh.

07 May 2012

100th Blog Post Extravaganza!!!

Whoa, guys. How the heck did this happen? Did I really just create my 100th blog post? I've been on my blog for nine whole months now. It seems sort of crazy to think about it like that, geez. I think that this blog post deserves special attention, don't you? That's why I'm going to flood it with links: links to my favorite posts I've written over the nine months. Do you have a favorite? :o)


Whew, I think that's it. These should all be linked correctly, but if you have problems let me know and I can fix it. I also want to say thanks to all of you who follow my blog, because you guys are the reason I keep trying to say funny stuff :D


Edit: I totally forgot this is the post where all the anonymous commenters flooded in. Guys, that was such a stressful situation for me, you have no idea. 

06 May 2012

Star Gazing

Last night around 9 o clock I looked outside and saw that there was a  full moon. It was prettier than any full moon I'd seen in a long time, because this one was tinted slightly orange, and illuminated the roof tops in my neighbor hood. I grabbed my camera and ran outside to take some pictures, but I discovered quite quickly that my camera's memory card is broken. Defeated, I went back inside.

A few minutes later I heard frantic knocking on my front door. I looked through the blinds and saw my two neighbors, who are in elementary school. I opened the door and said hello, and the girl who is in fifth grade said,

"We saw you trying to take pictures of the moon, and we were wondering if you wanted to go to the Air and Space museum with us to go look through the telescopes?"

I agreed excitedly, and ran to grab my purse and shoes. They asked if I was going to bring a camera, and I was forced to relive the reality that I no longer have a camera that even works, and I am going to have to buy a new one. That ended up not mattering, though, because what I saw will last in my memory for a long time.

The museum was really far out from town, and we had to take the interstate for about 45 minutes to get there. I sat in the back seat with a kindergartener and a fifth grader while there parents drove, and the boy in kindergarten kept giving me advice about star gazing.

"You have to keep your eyes peeled for three stars in a row... That's Orion's belt!' was his most common advice. He also yelled "RED AND BLUE, RED AND BLUE!" every time we saw a police car, but that doesn't really have to do with stars. It was cute though.

Around 9:45 we got to the museum, and all of the lights were turned off in the parking lot so it was pitch dark, and we could just barely make out the shapes of people standing around some telescopes. The night air was hot and humid, yet a slight breeze blew in every few minutes, so there weren't many bugs out, which I was extremely thankful for.

The first telescope we went to, a scientist who worked at the museum showed up how he worked it, and we got to look at the full moon through his telescope. One thing I learned that was particularly interesting is that when the moon is full it's the worst time to look at it via telescope because it will appear flat in your field of view. So we pretty much chose the worst time to look, but it was still breathtaking. I could see all the little craters and mountains, and when I took my eye away from the eye piece my night vision got messed up because of how bright the portion of the moon I saw was.

Another interesting thing I learned is the there is an arrangement of stars in the sky called "The Sickle" and it looks like a backwards question mark, and it is part of the constellation Leo, the lion. There are two stars coming off of the sickle that form Leo's tail, but I found out that one of them is not actually a star, but the planet Mars!

I eventually got to look at Mars through the telescope, and also Saturn. Saturn was my favorite by far. I could see its rings clearly. It was breathtaking, and I say this without hyperbole. Even though I didn't get a chance to adjust the telescopes myself,  I was able to get a chance to look through all of them, and I even saw a galaxy. I can't quite remember the name of it, though.

Eventually, we did have to go home. I finally got back to my house around 11 o clock. All I can say is that was one  of the most interesting things I've done in awhile in regards to science, and I sound like such a freaking nerd but it was amazing. I love astronomy, and I wish I could look through telescopes more often. I wonder if there is an astronomy club at my school, because if there isn't, I want to start one, because I think it'd be so fun to go back and do all that again, except with my friends.

All in all, last night was really great, and I had Josalyn's birthday party earlier in the day which was tremendously awesome and I promise I will write about it soon, I just need to get the pictures.

Background for today: Problem Sleuth screen shot.


05 May 2012

FELIZ CINCO DE MAYO!!!!

FELIZ CINCO DE MAYO :D :D :D :D :D :D

I love this holiday, mostly because I feel like I can blabber in Spanglish and people will be slightly less annoyed by it. This was also the day that I started my period back in seventh grade, and while that admittedly puts a damper on this holiday, I try to hold my head high (I'll spare you all by not telling the details.) But I suppose it is sort of majestic that I stepped into womanhood on one of my favorite holidays.

Today I'm going to chill with Josalyn in honor of her birthday, and I am pretty freaking pumped. I hope to have lots of fabulous stories that I can update with later.

Adiós!

04 May 2012

Party Cat

Just do me a favor and read this, okay?

http://nedroid.com/2009/05/party-cat-full-series/

I found this at the beginning of this school year and forgot about it until today.

Help Me Remodel, Por Favor

I am feeling prosperous today, so I changed my background to loads of cash. What do you guys think? This won't be permanent, either (no one can feel prosperous every day, right?) Anyway, I want to commission all of you once again. I had loads of fun changing up my background for Josalyn's Birthday, and I want to keep up with that, and changing up my blog name too. Please leave some fun suggestions for what you'd like to see in the comment box! I would really love to make this blog more personal with all of you who read it, so it's like we all can own one little piece of it, I guess. Just leave a comment with a name suggestion and background color/theme you'd like. I'll try my hardest to fit your suggestion in! :)

03 May 2012

Back to the Basics

Now that my friend's birthday has come and gone, we have to return back to normal :( Don't get me wrong, the Dark Carnival was loads of fun, but just not right for everyday use. So we're back to my old template. If you are joining me for the first time today and didn't get to see the Dark Carnival, or even if you just want to reminisce, here is what it looked like:

Dark Carnival: Rest in Peace

I had lots of fun with that template, and I hope to bring it back someday! 

P.S.- I added a new poll, so feel free to check the right hand side bar and submit your vote! :D 


02 May 2012

Welcome, Friends

Welcome to The Dark Carnival >:)

As you can see, this blog has been majorly revamped. All in honor of one special girl who made a request and now it is her birthday, and this is part of her gift. That lucky duck.

I hope that this will foreshadow some hella sweet times to be had in the future between my friend and I, in regards to Carnivals of the Dark persuasion.

HaPpY bIrThDaY, jOsAlYn! :o)

P.S.- We couldn't possibly call this a Dark Carnival without a little ICP all up in our grills:






01 May 2012

News

Spoiler: I'm not actually quitting blogging. Despite what I said in my previous post, I am still going to continue updating! It was a hard decision to make, but I decided that joining the carnival might not be the best decision. I'm not ruling it out totally, though.

But I do have one change that I need to bring up with you all in regards to my blog. Starting tomorrow, my blog will go by a new name. What could this name be? Hm... check back in tomorrow and you can find out! Leave a comment with your guess! >:)