Popping in for approximately 56 seconds

Sorry for the background noise--I forgot to turn off the t.v.

Wanna know what I like? Youtube.

My love affair with this website started when I was in about fifth grade, and I went through a phase of watching "Fred" videos. I'm pretty sure most elementary schoolers were obsessed with those videos (at least all the kids I went to school with were...). The weird thing is that I went back a few weeks ago to see if all of the "Fred" videos were still on the site, and sure enough, they were. After rewatching a majority of them I really questioned why I liked them in the first place. The only one I still think is even remotely funny is this one. And saying that I enjoy watching it is a bit of a stretch, but the line about him being "top dog" gets me every time.

A couple months ago, way back in April, I got back into the Youtube scene, after a three year dry spell where I didn't really use the internet too much. The first youtuber I really loved was Nerimon. I first found his "Alex Reads Twilight" series (which I would recommend), and from then on I went and watched pretty much every single one of his videos. After that I moved onto Charlieissocoollike, then Danisnotonfire, and most recently I found a lovely vlogger named Jenna whose channel is called LesbianAnswers.

At this point in time I have pretty much run through all of the videos uploaded on each of those channels, and I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or not. Do you have a favorite Youtuber?

National God Tier John Appreciation Week

This past May Josalyn and I created our own holiday. We made this holiday mostly on the basis of because we could, and with the ideal of "why the hell not?". While this holiday was ill-advised in nature and thoroughly unnecessary, we went on ahead with it anyway because there was absolutely no one around to stop us. The ball really got rolling in the third week of May, on a Sunday night. Josalyn and I had been messaging each other with our school-based email known as First Class. (I hate First Class). Our messages had been reduced to us just sending each other pictures of Homestuck fanart that we'd collected over the year and saved to our desktop. Throughout this whole charade Josalyn and I figured out a few things: One, that we both had a lot of fanart saved of John Egbert. And two, that the tech support people who moderated First Class had absolutely no issues with us sending each other fanart of fictional boys getting frisky (The second fact really doesn't relate to the holiday, but I still felt like it would be important to point this out for possible future reference).

That fateful Sunday night Josalyn sent me a picture of the character John all gussied up in his God Tier attire, I retaliated in kind, which set off a chain reaction of us spamming each other's in boxes with pictures of the boy dressed in blue. I believe it was I who first suggested the idea of our holiday (and please correct me if I am wrong, Josalyn), but after some careful planning we had our holiday mapped out. The "rules" went as follows:

• It would last for the entire third week of May (Sunday through to the following Sunday)
• We would wear blue on Monday just for kicks.
• Wearing blue for the rest of the week sounded like a pretty good idea too.
• Celebratory bracelets would be made and worn 
• We would continue to send each other pictures of John Egbert over First Class
• We would Appreciate God Tier John on a National level. 

These were the basic ideas of our holiday, and we were able to stick to them pretty well. I started to have problems somewhere around Day 3, though, because I ran out of blue shirts to wear. Josalyn, being the supportive friend she is, tried consoling me ("Hannah, blue jeans can count too!!"), but I still felt like I was sort of straying from the plan. Since Josalyn is a pro at celebrating holidays (her family goes all out for Saint Patrick's Day. Such commitment), she was able to do a good job with the festivities all week. It ultimately culminated to her wearing a blue dress to school on Friday, leaving me feeling inadequate and silly in my non-blue outfit. Josalyn looked absolutely fabulous by the way. (Josalyn, I am speaking directly to you now. You should wear that dress more often! You looked so cute I just wanted to scoop you up in my arms and never let you go. Luckily, I have some restraint).

Despite the fact that I had very little blue clothing, that was one of the most fun weeks I'd had all school year. The aforementioned bracelets were made and worn with pride! I asked Josalyn to send me a picture of the bracelet I made her, and I am very glad she complied:

Since the name of our holiday is so long, I chose to abbreviate it to "NGTJAW". That alone was too short, so I added on 2012 for some extra length. 

I really hope that Josalyn and I celebrate this holiday of ours next year. It was pretty fulfilling the whole week knowing that we were participating in a festival that we made up ourselves. Not only that, but it was an extremely nice distraction from studying from finals. Despite the fact that we were the only two who participated (our other friends were hesitant to jump on the bandwagon), it was still enjoyable for us. Also, Josalyn made me a bracelet a few weeks ago, that I briefly mentioned in my post about finally seeing The Avengers.  (That post is actually the reason I made this post, if you happen to recall...). 

Here is a picture I just took of the bracelet Jos made me. Being the savvy bracelet blogger I am has allowed me to excel in the art of taking unnecessarily artsy photos of bracelets.

I also just realized that if we were to celebrate this again next year I would need to make Josalyn a new bracelet, because the next time May rolls around, it will be the year 2013. As a bracelet maker with at least a shred of integrity still intact, I would not be able to sleep at night knowing I was letting my friend walk around with a bracelet that says '2012' on it when it is no longer 2012. I guess we'll just have to wait and see how this one plays out, no?

P.S.- I'm sorry if I alienated any of my non-Homestuck blog readers with this post (Matt and Lia, if either of you even bothered to read this, I send out my apologies. Hey, at least you both get your names tagged in this post). 

I Finally Saw The Avengers

Can I please begin this post by saying that the cast of The Avengers is one attractive group of people? I feel like there is absolutely no beating around the bush here. Those people are sexy.

Now that all of that is cleared out of the way, let me tell you about my experience seeing The Avengers last night. It all began around five 'o clock in the evening, when I was looking at the newspaper as I ate my dinner (a salad, because I'm classy). When I got to the living section, I browsed through the movies that were playing, and The Avengers caught my attention. I've wanted to see it for quite some time now, but whenever my friends went to go see it, I was always busy. Considering it had been playing in theaters for a few weeks already, I knew it was now or never.

I called up my friend Josalyn, who had not seen the movie either. We quickly made plans, and in less than 45 minutes we were at the movie theater buying tickets. It was really hard to contain my excitement. Considering the only things I knew about the movie is what I'd learned from Tumblr, I was interested to see what the movie was really like (I figured it wasn't just one big orgy like I've been led on to believe).

After we bought our snacks (18 bucks in total. It was ridiculous), we went into the theater and got PRIME seats. In the middle row, middle seats. I know that some people think that sitting in the front or back of the theater is the way to go, but quite frankly sitting in the front hurts my eyes and neck. Since the movie has been out for awhile now, and it was a Wednesday night at 7:00, there weren't many people in the theater. That meant that Jos and I could talk and make snarky commentary on the previews as MUCH AS WE GOSH DARN PLEASED.

Of course once the movie started, we quieted down some, but I am the kind of person who talks during movies, and I cannot contain myself on most all occasions. Because of this reason, I rarely go to movies with friends, because not all of my friends like my totally relevant comments on what's happening on screen. A majority of my commentary this time around pertained to the fact that Hawkeye has a smokin' bod. I now understand why my friend Lizzie spammed my email with pictures of him after she first saw the movie. Also, I may or may not have pointed out the fact that Loki has a better head of hair than I do. Another thing that was a main point of interest is the banter between Iron Man and Captain America. They were just so sassy with one another, it made me so happy.

As per usual, once the movie started to get into the rising action, I had to go to the bathroom. This seems to always happen to me, because I always drink waaay too much soda when I'm at the theaters. I was a trooper, though, and I held it (I really should stop challenging myself, but I can't help it). It got really hard to though during the climax of the movie. The stress from all of the action plus the anxiety that I might pee myself created a big stew of stressful emotions. Once the movie ended, we bolted out of the theater and ran to the restrooms.

Overall, I really liked The Avengers. I'm unsure if I'd say it's made my favorite movie list, but it did have some great moments. When I first started writing this post, that what it was going to be all about- my favorite things about the movie. Somehow it ended up me reminiscing about the good time I had with my friend. I really have no regrets.

Side note: Also, Josalyn made me a bracelet!! It is probably the best gift I've gotten from anyone in a long time. People usually don't make me bracelets, and the blue chevron pattern she whipped up for me makes me smile and I get warm fuzzies in my stomach just writing this. Since it's blue, I can also wear it next year for National God Tier John Appreciation Week (our holiday we created this past May. I should really write a post about that...Good times). 

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?

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. 

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?

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. 

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.

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

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.

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 

Meow

So instead of writing an actual post today I'm going to pull another one of my lazy stunts and just post an unfinished draft I found. This one I wrote like five months ago and I don't really know what inspired me to come up with it. Without further ado...

Some days, I feel like being spontaneously creative. I don't know what I want to do, but I know that I need to release my inner artist (pretend like I pronounced it 'arteeest'). Anyway, I'm having one of those days today, so here we are. I have decided that I will just write about my day, since I don't know what other outlet I can release my spunkiness into... mrgrmsmsmsgrm.


6:00 AM- wake up before alarm, worry if alarm will go off or not. Fall back asleep.


6:30 AM- Alarm does go off. Trudge out of bed, let my dog outdoors to go to the bathroom.


6:35 AM- start boiling water for tea. Go back to room to get dressed. Luckily, I chose my outfit the night before, so I feel accomplished that I have one less hurdle to jump.


6:40 AM- let dog inside. I forgot I was boiling water, and rush over to the stove and take the pot off the heat. Take a painstakingly long time to decide between strawberry and blueberry flavored tea. I choose blueberry.


6:50 AM- finish getting ready, pull shoes out of closet, dust old mud off the soles.


7:00 AM- Think I was ready by now? No. I wasn't. I spent another fifteen minutes dawdling around finishing my tea and petting my lovely dog.


7:15 AM- Finally leave my home. The car ride is uneventful


Wow. That was stupid. I wonder why I used to be so obsessed with my dog and also tea. By the way, the strawberry tea was nasty, that is why I chose blueberry. Interesting how I remember that, but not why I titled this post "Meow". I have no explanation whatsoever.

Unst. Unst. Unst.

Today was my friend Amber's birthday. Me and two other friends of mine planned a little... surprise party for her. Since we had YET ANOTHER late start at school this week, we thought that it would be a great opportunity to throw Amber a little par-tay. Last night we baked her some cupcakes, and wrapped up her presents in preparation for today.

This morning ended up being a magical experience for everyone involved, and the cupcakes were numerous in quantity and explosive in flavor. Amber, being the cutie patootie she is, had a great time. At least, I hope she did! Otherwise she's just a really good actress. So...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMBER!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D <3 (See this? It doubles as a heart AND a party hat. 2X BEST FRIEND LOVE COMBO)

In other news, this morning my friend Lia told me she wanted to be mentioned in a blog post. Unfortunately her name isn't different colored because I don't have a website to link her to, because I don't know any of her tumblr url's. Wait... Lia. There we go. Now her name is colored.

I hope you all had a wonderful, magical, wonderful, fabulous, exciting, flamboyant, colorful, exuberant day.

Oops, I just realized I had typed 'wonderful' into that list twice. There. Fixed.

Side note to Amber: I hope you read this, chickidee! How's it feel to finally be one of the cool kids? >:D (aka, 15 year olds)

Glimpses from a Friday Afternoon

Friday was sort of not fun. I had a Biology quiz that I didn't actually study that hard for, and I'm pretty sure I failed it. This fun interaction took place shortly after I finished the quiz.

Setting: Biology Lab, lab table two. I take a seat next to my friend.


Me: I think I just failed that quiz.
Friend: Yeah, me too. 
Me: God, sometimes I hate Biology so much I just want it to die! (slams table with fist to prove point. Knocks over a container of plant leaves.)
Friend: Uh... are you going to clean that up?
Me: (crosses arms across chest) No. 
*Five minute intermission where nothing exciting happens*
Biology Teacher: (walks over to lab table two, examines leaves strewn on table.) Gosh, the kids in the period before you guys are so lazy. I'll clean up their mess.
Me: Uhmmm... (looks at friend, not sure what to say).
Biology teahcer: (picks up leaves, throws them away.)
Friend: aren't you going to tell him it was you?
Me: Not today... not today. 


Yeah, I feel sort of bad about this, but I feel like some things need to be left unsaid in this situation.


The following period my Economics teacher saw I had Homestuck pulled up on my computer and got all on my case about it (Okay, not really, he just was all, "What is THAT?"). Then I went to math, where my teacher noticed that I had written "Math Is Stupid" along the top of my paper the day before, and acted insulted by it. So many awkward interactions, so little time. Luckily I'm on Spring break right now, so I'll be able to blog everyday! Loljk I'm really going to be catching up on Homestuck. See you soon, my lovely readers!

P.S.- Happy April Fool's Day!

TURN IT DOWN!

A few mornings ago my school had a late start because some of the students had to take a standardized test. I was not one of those students, but I had to arrive at school about three hours prior to the late start that was going to take place. My friend and I had to sit in the cafeteria by ourselves for quite some time, trying to figure out ways to occupy our excess amount of freedom.

Sometime around the middle of the morning, some more kids started showing up. A table that was next to mine had a bunch of boys sitting at it. All I can assume is that these boys think extremely highly of themselves, and that is why their music was turned up so loud. I'm certain they wanted to maintain their "too cool to care" attitude. Of course, blasting your music in a public place is one way to ensure that everyone thinks you're a jerk, in my opinion.

I contemplated ways to make them turn it down. Figuring that upfront confrontation would just make them get angry at me and turn their music up louder, I went with a more unorthodox approach. I started dancing in my seat, popping and locking and such. They didn't notice. A girl at another table noticed, though. She whipped her head around, glared at me, and said, "Uh, could you please turn that down?" in an extremely condescending tone. I was left speechless. I couldn't understand why she got mad at me since I wasn't the one playing the music! Apparently if you dance people will assume you're the one playing the music. AND YOU WILL BE REPRIMANDED. I repeat: YOU WILL BE REPRIMANDED.

So, friends, next time kids blast music, don't dance. Please.

Epilogue: the kids eventually turned off their music. I felt indifferent.

As you probably know, I pride myself on knowing how to play a little somethin' somethin' on the ukulele. It doesn't matter that my skills are, how you might say, below par. Recently, though I've come across a slight issue. I'm running out of ideas of songs to learn how to play. I've left it up to you, the reader, to give me suggestions, because I'm all out of good ideas. Is this lazy? Yes. Is it a little selfish? Also yes. But I want to hear what you guys think! So, comment away!

Update with a side of insanity

Last night I went to dinner at Olive Garden with some friends. I was seated at my table by a waiter named K.C. He was a nice enough man, who had quite a lot of facial hair. I'm talking about a goatee-mustache-sideburns combo here, people. He took my order, walked away, and when he returned his facial hair was different. I am not kidding you. The sideburns were seriously NOT THERE. This happened each time he left and returned. There seemed to be some subtle difference in his facial hair. At first I rationalized that it was just the changing light in the restaurant, since it was growing darker outside. But after a few trips I realized that his facial hair WAS INDEED CHANGING.

My friend and I tried to convince her family of this fact, but none of them seemed to notice a difference. At this point we were so flustered that we theorized that there must be more than one waiter serving us.

"Yeah, of course there's two waiters! Man, I knew we weren't crazy... I think he's named Tim." My friend said to me after we made up our hypothesis. We kept a close watch out for Tim, but the only waiter that ever came to our table was K.C. for the rest of the night. Well, I think it was K.C., since his beard kept changing. Eventually I grew tired of all of the shenanigans and asked the waiter nearest to our table if a waiter named Tim was working that night.

"Uh, yeah, I think so." he responded.

That was enough for me. I triumphantly declared myself still sane and called it a night. Though when I walked into school today my friend greeted me and told me that she decided Tim wasn't real. Dumbfounded, I asked why. I don't even remember her reasoning now, but I swear to God, TIM IS REAL! Please join my support group at: www.timisreal.blogspot.com

New Layout!

Hello, dear bloggers! What do you think of this nifty new layout I've applied? It's subject to change of course, but I thought I'd give it ago. My friend who is a fellow blogger voiced her observation about how I never change up my blog background. She changes hers all the time, but that sort of constant changing just isn't for me. Though after some careful thought I have decided that a little change never hurt anyone. So, what do y'all think?

Am I a Jerk?

As I was walking my dog today, I wondered, "Am I a jerk because I didn't cry when Dobby died in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows?"

Since I am currently rereading all the Harry Potter books, I have been thinking about my favorite characters, and how I reacted when I read their deaths the first time around. When Sirius died, I bawled like a baby, then when Dumbledore died, I sobbed, and I don't really want to talk about when Fred, Lupin, and Tonks all died. But I realized that all of my friends told me that they became emotional wrecks when Hedwig and Dobby died in the seventh book, whereas I didn't shed a tear. Sure, I pretend in front of my friends that I got really upset, and I play along, but inside I know it's not true.

Don't get me wrong, I was distraught when Hedwig and Dobby died, but I didn't cry. Does this make me a jerk? Even though I really liked Hedwig, I just didn't have the emotional attachment to her that I had to Lupin or Dumbledore. And as for Dobby, I was never a huge fan. I liked him in Goblet of Fire, but when he made his first appearance in Chamber of Secrets he just weirded me out. I thought that he was an inconvenience, and that he was sorta creepy.

So, you decide, am I a jerk?