I Want Him to Know

Have you ever noticed how much power one person can hold over another? How that one person sooner or later realizes that power and soon doesn't care about anything else? Those kind of people absolutely sicken me and all I ever want to do is wrap up these poor people who have been bent and broken to another's will and hide them away from all the bad things in the world.

But we all know that that'll never happen.

It's times like these that make me wish I'd been brought up in a religious home--after all, those in the light of God seem to have kinder, happier families, and I admit wholeheartedly that I'm jealous and wish that I could be just like them. But it's too late for me.

Contemporary times have already nestled themselves in my mind and I don't believe in any Gods or afterlife.

So I live my life in fear, I live life knowing that everything in life is just a memory--life's the book you can't reread. So, duh, I'm afraid.

Back on subject, though, I highly dislike anyone that manipulates others for self gain--it's ridiculous. It makes me feel like going to the family ranch in Idaho and shooting old junk with a handgun. It makes me so angry that these people can be anyone.

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things!

Okay, yeah, you caught me. I stole the title from another song, but, oh well, sorry! I like music, it's yummy! Well, it's not really yummy, because you can't really eat a song... oh well! If you're happy and you know it clap your hands... yeah, I like being happy--it's a fun thing to be. :P I like singing, dancing (not that I'm any good), acting, writing, and sometimes drawing.

I started singing when I was... I think nine. I had this song stuck in my head while I was at my dad's office, sitting in his meeting-type room with my sisters, Kar Kar, Kat, and Wendy-Bird (None of the names are real, duh.) I started singing the song out loud because, well, I've always been a complete and total spaz. Well, Wendy-Bird heard my quiet little voice (she's four years older than me.), and asked me what it was that I was singing. I told her that I couldn't remember the title of the song, but I liked the words. ("I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately...") I sang it again. It was then that Wendy-Bird told me I'd be a good... I can't remember if it was alto or soprano, but, oh well... she complimented my singing, told me I was good--so, after that, I was hooked on singing. (Ask anyone who was in my elementary classes, they'll tell you that I sang practically every week in music class.)

As for acting, I've just always liked pretending to be someone I'm not. When I was little, I had two imaginary friend and we did all kinds of things, each of which activity required me to do something new. Slaying a dragon, facing my fear of zombies, ignoring bullies who picked on me throughout my childhood... yeah... so I'd have to say that acting has always been a part of my life--I can't say that I've ever been the shy new kid. Nope, I've always been loud and obnoxious.

As for writing and drawing, I'd have to say that Pokemon and Zelda started me on those two subjects. It was some time in kindergarten that I started drawing and creating my own Pokemon--I even made my own little picture book about them! XD It was in fifth grade that I actually got serious about writing. Well, I guess I can't really call it serious, I mean, it was fan fiction. But the plot I developed I've actually split it away from everything in Zelda and I'm thinking of turning it into its' very own novel... if I can ever get to the details of it, that is. :P

Well, that's it for now! Sayonara!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

Want Some Pizza? (Honors Post #3)

We were all little once, and a lot of us look pretty much the same as we did when we were little. Sadly, I don't look anything like that cutie holding out the cheese-less pizza anymore. How depressing. Just kidding! Anyways, I haven't written anything for my blog in a while, so, guess what, you're going to hear about Shanna and Jake today! (This is when you cheer.)

Shanna and Jake were my only friends (excluding my sisters, they were my friends... sometimes.) up until the third grade. They were wicked awesome, best friends a little girl could ask for. They were siblings who sometimes fought, but usually kept calm with the other, they understood things. Jake was artistic and Shanna was a total loudmouth, they were both stunningly beautiful. Shanna and Jake were absolutely amazing.

Oh, and did I mention they were imaginary?

Throughout elementary, I was always the outcast. A few kids here and there would decide they'd want to be my friend and we'd play with each other at recess and such, but in the end, I was always left behind. I was the weird kid, the one with all the allergies, the asthmatic, the girl who liked to play in the mud instead of jump rope. The girl who chose Legos over Barbies any day.

People made fun of me, all the time. I was Mimi, the girl with no friends. Shanna and Jake always told me it wasn't true, that I had friends all around me, that everyone in my family was my friend, that they were my friends, and, of course, the younger neighbor kid was my friend--but people still made fun of me for that--and I believed them--well, up until the third grade I did.

I grew tired of people always shunning me out, of people laughing at me when I tripped, ignoring me when I spoke... so I changed. I changed everything I could about myself. I dressed in brighter colors, wore my hair in pigtails or tied it back. I joined the girls playing jump rope, quit playing in the dirt and mud. I threw aside the Legos for the Barbies--just so I could make friends.

Guess what? It worked.

In the fourth grade, my neighbor-friend told me that he had to move. I was devastated, but, at least I had more friends to turn to. That doesn't mean I didn't cry, because, believe me, I sobbed for days. My best, best friend was gone, out of my life--I haven't seen him since he's moved, he lives over in the next city, but I haven't seen him for over five years. I don't even know if he's still alive. I wouldn't know if he died.

Well, soon after that, my false-friendships began grouping, the sporty girls--VS--the girly girls. I had friends in each group. I knew that I would rather join the sporty girls any day, but the girly girls were more popular, and if they didn't like me, soon no one would like me and I'd be back to my lonesome--cough--real--cough--self. So I played it cool, hopped between both groups, spending a recess with one and then another with the other. But then they started their own little wars, and guess what, I tried to stop it.

Again, I was thrown aside like the doll that no one wants to play with anymore.

So I tried to get the attention of my former, imaginary friends. I'd never noticed before that they were gone, that they were no long by my side, telling me I had friends. Was it because I had changed? I don't know, but that's what I figured. I accepted being an outcast, I played basketball by myself at lunch, used the playground as my own personal gymnasium.

But they didn't come back.

In the fifth grade, I accepted that they'd never return, that, like my peers had done to me, I'd thrown them all aside to lie in the gutter. I'd accepted that they weren't coming back, it hurt me, but I accepted it.

I remembered the times that Shanna, Jake, and I fought dragons and saved kingdoms from impending doom, they were imaginary, of course, all of it was, but it made me happy. Well, it did make me happy, recalling it made me sad, knowing I'd never see my two best friends out of the entire world ever again.

And that's basically the tale of Shanna and Jake, my best friends for the longest time, they left me because I changed, because I was sick of others making fun of me. It just goes to show that you shouldn't give in to peer pressure--that in the end, you'll lose what means the most to you.

I must go kick some munchkin butts in Ratchet and Clank, now. Au revoir!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

Random Junk and Another Story Idea

Hey hey everyboday!How's it going? School's up again tomorrow... don't know whether I'm happy 'bout that or not. Can't wait to start actually rehearsing in Rhapsody! Choreography is going to be a wicked blast! I'm watching Braveheart right now... never really thought it'd be a good movie, turns out it really is, a bit of nudity here and there, but my eyes aren't glued to the screen. :P

Is it wrong for me to be laughing right now? It's in the middle of the goriest scenes. XD

Well, guess what everybody, it's time for me to say something that I never thought I'd be saying: Mr. Genius was right, 1000000Monkeys.Com is a pretty good site for writers. Happy Genius? I said it. But, then again, you're probably not reading this, so I'm wasting my time.

Alright, well, time for the story idea!

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Angela Carson Phillips. She was your typical twelve-year-old girl, just entering the seventh grade, never been in a relationship. Her hair was cropped short, spiky and fiery red--she would be dying it again in a week, school was starting again and bright red hair was against district policy. She was average height and weight for a twelve-year-old girl, standing at 5'5" and weighing in at 107lbs. Angela was in perfect health.

She was center forward on her soccer team, a great offensive player as well as a goalie. Angela had helped lead her teams to victory-after-victory, team-after-team--her friends and family were proud of her and knew she would do well in life.

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The rest of this idea will be posted in the forum shortly because I just got a firm idea for it! Yay!

Bye now!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

Don't You Just LOVE Rain?

Why would someone sing for the rain to go away? I mean, seriously, rain is awesome! Who cares if mommy says you shouldn't go out and play, that you'll get sick? Not me! Well... my mom doesn't tell me not to go outside when it's raining because there's really no point in telling me so. :P So yeah, I'm soaked now. Yay for water that falls from the sky! Ha ha.

Honestly, though, don't you just love rain? The way it sounds, how it smells, the way it looks? Ha ha... maybe I'm just insane and that's how I've always been and no one is mean enough to commit me to an institution! Nah, that can't be right. It's clear that everyone loves rain. Oh... sad... it stopped raining. I was going to go lay on the deck and feel the rain fall on my face... sad... now I can't... stupid schizophrenic weather.

Anyways, just finished reading Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Battle of the Labyrinth. Now I can't wait for the next book, but, sadly, I won't be able to get a hold of it until May. Le sigh... I don't want to wait so long.

While I know a few people (if anyone actually even reads these.) are saying Percy Jackson and the Olympians? Those books are so lame! I thought so, too. I picked up the first book, The Lightning Thief, in the bookstore, I actually made some sarcastic remark about it, but, in the end, I gave in to my curiosity and bought it.

For the first few chapters I was quite hesitant and annoyed with it, I mean, I usually keep to third person literature because it lets you into the minds of more than one character--usually. But when it got more into the Greek mythology side and the twist on it, I was like, hey, this could be pretty cool. And I was right--well, in my opinion at least.

Yay! It's raining again--like I said, totally schizo weather--I'm going to go outside and lay on the deck now, ciao!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

I'm June!

So... I didn't get the part of January, but... oh well! I'll survive, right? I mean, being June is going to be a blast! I can't wait to actually get rehearsing for this I want to see it all put together now! I want to perform it now! Ha, I sound like a snotty little brat, oh well!

Anyways, something I really like about my character, is that she is basically obsessed with weddings. I don't know what I'll end up doing with my mega-short hair (it doesn't curl easily--plus, I hate when irons are close to my ears), maybe I'll try to curl it... or maybe I'll just leave it down and rat it like a usually do. :P

I really don't want to wait until November to perform this for everybody!(Well, not everybody, just the people who are willing to come hear Rhapsody sing and act.)

I have to say I wasn't really surprised with the cast choices--I mean, January could have gone to anyone, as with Hugh McManly (but I think Mr. Genius probably was the best pick--but, then again, I wouldn't know for sure. I've only seen his acting, no one else' in the class.) Me and Twitchy totally predicted who'd get the role of the Page and December, though.

Anyways, I'm tired, so I'm going to go read a few pages from October Sky's, The Battle of the Labyrinth, play a game of solitaire, listen to my music, then go to bed. First I need to stop watching J.J. Abram's disgusting new show (Fringe), but I'm totally loving it... not matter how gruesome it is. Ha ha. I seem to love cringing and gagging. XD

Well, night all! I'm going to go hang out in my room now where I don't have internet access. :P

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

PS! I still need new pattern suggestions for font colors!

I am SO Psyched!

So, tomorrow we get to find out who got which part! I think I did pretty good with my audition--I got Comiskey to smile when I was acting! Maybe she just thought it was so terrible it was hilarious... but, I'm going to be optimistic and say she smiled because she liked it. :) I really hope I get the part of January... but, there were a lot of people who auditioned for January--I'll just have to cross my fingers (They're crossed!) and give everybody smileys tomorrow. It's gonna be Happy Friday! Yay!

I'm bringing Skittles and Starbursts to the party, EE! I'm soooo (yes, the multiple 'o's were needed.) excited/nervous. Who'll get what part? Who'll get what part? THE ANTICIPATION IS KILLING ME! Totally can't wait for school to be over tomorrow! La la la la... Anyways, see all you Rhapsidians tomorrow! Congrats to whoever gets whichever part!

OMG! I had a short blog entry! Yowzers! Didn't even think that was possible, did ya? Well it is, and now we know it. Toodles!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

The Days of the Week!

Alright, still have no clue what pattern to follow now that I've finished the rainbow... but, I'm still open for suggestions!

Now to the title--we all learned the days of the week back in preschool--well, I always forget what day it is (ask any one of my friends, they'll tell you the same!), so, I came up with my own system to remember (with the help of my lovely assistant, Kar Kar. She helped with A LOT of it, actually, what on Earth would I do without you? Nothing. I'd be on Pluto--the Dwarf Planet.) what day was when*.

~ Dinosaur Monday! Okay, we all hate Mondays--that's pretty much a well known fact. (Except for Mr. Smiley--he, of course, probably doesn't hate any days. :P) What better way to start it off by celebrating it with a creature long-since extinct? Wear a dino shirt every Monday to show your true hatred for Mondays!
~ Robot/Slow Motion Tuesday! To all the people who have known about Tuesdays since they began with Robots--I've added something new! Tuesdays usually pass by slow (for me they do, at least), so thus we have Robot/Slow Motion Tuesday! Wear either a Robot shirt or do everything in slow motion!
~ Spontaneous Hugging Wednesday! I love this day! Wednesdays are AWESOME! They're... well, they're... hmm, I seem to be at a loss for words! Every Wednesday is Spontaneous Hugging day! So get hugging spontaneously!
~ Fruit Thursday! Thursday... the second to last day of the week--yay! What better way than to celebrate by wearing--and eating--fruit? Go all out with fruit every Thursday!
~ Happy Friday! Fridays... ah, what would we do without Fridays? I lurve Fridays! Love, love, love'm! Anyways, every Friday you should have some kind of smiley face drawn on the back of your hand in a bright color! Have a fun Friday!

Well, those are the days of the week--what do you think? You going to participate from now on?

*It wasn't that I forgot the order of the days, it's was more like I can't remember if it's Tuesday or Wednesday. :P

See y'all next time!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

Bunch of Random Stuff! (Honors Blog #2)

Alright, well, I've now gone all the way through the colors of the rainbow--what now? Feel free to suggest a new pattern for the colors! I've also realized that no one's commenting on my blogs (except for Twitchy Insomniac, but she doesn't count. 1... 2... 3... okay, fine, she probably does. Just messing with you Twitchy!), so I'm thinking I should probably make them shorter instead of the novels I've basically been writing--sound good to everybody? Well... maybe that's not the issue, maybe Genius and Smiley are getting oodles of noodles of comments because they're just pretty dang popular, and--obviously--I'm not! Woohoo! Ha ha. Okay, I'm going to try to stop sounding stupid now and just assume it's my lengthy posts.

So, I've been wondering, who all has CW this year? (Creative Writing) I do, but I only know one or two other people that are going to be in the class. Ugh. I want it to be second semester--but I don't! Ha ha. I really want Creative Writing to start, but I don't want Theater to end! And I'm kinda iffy about art... That's probably going to be one of my first failing grades. :P Let's hope it isn't.

I've got try outs tomorrow after school for the mini-musical... yikes! I don't know the pitches for the song by heart yet--double yikes! Let's hope I can pull it off!

I miss being in elementary... book orders! Y'all remember them? Books for four bucks... Alright, you know you want to, call me a book worm, because, you know it, I know it--everybody knows it--I am! Not ashamed to admit it! Sometimes I am, but... that's sometimes!

Okay, time to end the rambling, sizobonana!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

What's the Typical American Father Like?

Lately I've been wondering what the typical American father is like. Does he really enjoy sports to no end? Does he protect his daughters like they're royalty? Does he ever stop and just think about what effect his words have on his family?

I don't know--but, maybe I don't want to know. I hear people complain about their dad's all the time at shool: "Dad grounded me because I stayed out past curfew." Or, "Dad had some of his friends over last night and they watched football and never once quite screaming." Or, "Dad totally embarrassed me last night in front of [insert random guy's name here]! I'm never going to forgive him." Or maybe even, "Dad's making me raise my grades before he'll get my phone back from the office."

I'd kill to have my dad act like that. I'd be surprised if he even knows all the performances I'm going to be in this year, if he even knows I want to go to NYFA.

What about dad's who tell their daughter's that they're absolutely perfect and no one in the world is worth their tears? Isn't that how a dad should be--or have I seen one too many actors portray that character? Read one too many books? Is it selfish to say that I want a dad who cares? That I want to have a guy I can trust and confide in within my family? Within the same state?

I don't know--maybe I've been deceived by the American media and literature all along. Maybe no one has a dad anymore that comforts their daughter when they've done something terribly wrong and stupid that puts their dreams on hold. Do they all hold it against their child and throw the painful memory back at them each and every time they do something careless or idiotic?

I don't know, and maybe I never will, maybe that is a good thing.

I mean no offense to anyone in my family, this has just been something I've pondered for a while.

Well, that's it for now, bye!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

An Idea for a Story

For four Summers, Acelynn Julianna Lux had been the only child of Sir Knight Raoul Lux and his lady Anabelle. During the fifth Summer of her life, a young boy was brought home by her father. Maybe more detail here and then it will jump into the day the boy came.

"Acelynn, Anabelle," Acelynn's father called as he returned home, late after dusk. The three of them lived in one of the small houses near the castle walls--as did all the families of servants of the crown. Acelynn had just passed her fourth birthday, soon she would be training as a lady, not as a knight as she wanted to be--no, only boys and men could train as knights. "Could you come out here for a moment?"

Acelynn grinned as she ran from her room, just across from her mother's and father's, her long, white-blonde hair swinging from side-to-side as she did so. She reached the small living room in seconds to find her father... and someone else.

The boy looked terrible, his skin darkened by the sun, bruises and scratches covered almost every inch of his body that she could see. His clothes, like his skin, was torn and stained from persperation. Gross. Acelynn thought, instinctively. The boy looked like the orphans that the King and Queen often brought home from different nations and villages throughout the country, usually placing them on...

Oh no! Acelynn screamed in her mind. She may have been young, but she was smart and caught on quickly--all the children of Knights and Ladies were. They're taking on a son! I'm being replaced! Brilliant she may be, but she wasn't rational, not in the least.

Suddenly she felt soft, elegant hands placed on the cloth covering her shoulders. She looked back to see her mother, smiling back at her.

"This is Kyte, would you like to say hello, Acelynn?" Acelynn bowed her head and curtsied, doing her best to hide her annoyance--her act worked.

"It's an honor to meet you." She hissed, sarcastically as she came up from her curtsy, examining her hands.

"Anabelle?" Her father prodded, her mother's smile moved over to Kyte. Acelynn felt as if the replacement had already begun.

"It's a pleasure to have you here, Kyte. Welcome to the family." Anabelle's voice was sweet, it was the voice she used to ease her into sleep, Acelynn realized. She focussed her attention back on the grimy, orphan boy known as Kyte. He stared at her idiotically, like a toddler seeing the Crown Menagerie for the first time.

"I'm going to bed." Acelynn said quietly, the words rushing from her mouth. She could feel her eyes watering up, tears threatening to fall. She yawned to cover it up. "I love you, ma."

~Thirteen Years Later~

Acelynn stood before a sink, dishes at hand. She'd been given a choice of castle chores that day, and of all the ones she could have chosen, she chose kitchen clean up. The window above the sink she stood at held the perfect view of the training yard below where not only did the bravest men of the kingdom (if anyone has any good ideas for a name, let me know!) practice their skills for war, but both her father, Sir Knight Raoul Lux and his peculiar trainee, Kyte, drilled from dawn to after dusk.

Kyte was the orphaned boy who Acelynn's father had taken under his wing over a decade ago, but, to Acelynn's happiness at the time, their family had not signed documents from the Crown saying that he was then one of the Lux family. So the boy had no last name, he was just Kyte.

On any normal day, Acelynn could have found Raoul or Kyte without a problem down in the training yard, but, today, they were out of sight. "Lyssa," Acelynn turned around and her mature, soprano voice filled the large kitchen. Like her voice, her body had matured over the years, even beneath her apron, you could see how the young woman's body curved slightly, not too much, but it was noticeable.

Acelynn was sought out by many of the kingdom's men, many attempted to court her, but she politely declined. She was waiting for him. For the one man that she sought out, the one she wanted to court her. But he never did, never payed her any kind of mind.

"What is it, Acelynn?" The old, kitchen mistress asked her. Her hair was greying and thinning--Acelynn could recall that Lyssa had worked there for as long as she'd been alive, if not longer.


Alright, that's it for now! Let me know what y'all think, okay?

Oh My Gosh! Here's a Little Bit About Moi!

Most of you who are reading this now are probably like: Why would I want to know about you? You're just another person who I've known for a while and the bit I do know about you is all I want to know--right? Ha ha, just kidding. If you're like that, you're rude and I'll have my friends who I talked about last night arrange your doom first.

Alright, so, this blog is just going to be little things about me and my life--but first I absolutely must have my morning rant here we go...

MORNING RANT:

I might have strep--icky, I know, right? My throat's been killing me for the past few days (started Wednesday to be exact.) and it won't go away. Gurgaladededehba! Stupid throat... Grr... Meaning probably little talking today--LE GASP! No talking for me? Yowzers, let's just see if I can pull it off and see if that helps any.

END RANT.

See, that rant wasn't too bad, now was it? (Just say no it wasn't because it really wasn't long at all.) Now on to the little useless tidbits of information about me!

I live in a house with several sisters--no brothers--my mom, my step-dad, my lizards (who really aren't considered pets anymore... poor things.), and my dogs. We all get along most of the time--but, as with most other families, it's kinda hard to do that.

Other than that, I can tell you how much I love sports! Tackle Football? Honestly, that has got to be the best sport EVER invented! I also love skating (inline or ice--doesn't matter to me.), swimming, soccer, basketball, tennis, and volleyball. Hate softball and baseball though, ew.

I absolutely live to perform--without acting and singing, I don't know what I'd do! Basically, I love all of the arts--writing, drawing, singing, acting--you name it! I even like to cook! (Not saying that I'm good at it though. Ha ha... brownies in the fourth grade--now that was entertaining.)

Now, just because I feel like it, we're going to have a little story-time--YAY! Okay, so, when I was in the fourth grade, we were having this program and everyone was supposed to bring refreshments of some kind or another--I chose brownies because chocolate is my fa-vorite! (Just imagine that being sung with vorite an octave higher than fa.) Anyways, so, I had just put the brownies in the oven when my mom asked if I had put the eggs in, I told her yes and started to clean the counter--ONLY TO REALIZE THE EGGS WERE STILL THERE! Dun dun dunnnnn... So, without anybody noticing, I quickly pulled the brownies out of the oven (they'd been in for about fifteen minutes) cracked the eggs on the side of the pan and mixed them in. Then I put them back in the oven and let them cook--the next day after the program we all had some--didn't taste odd in the least! Ha ha, never told anyone who actually ate them this story, though.

Now here's another funny little baking story, yay! So, I this takes place when I was still new to making banana bread--it's pretty funny if I say so myself, I've considered myself dyslexic ever since. Alright, so, I was pretty proud of my ability to cook, so I told my mom I didn't need help (oh yeah, this was around four-five years ago) making the bread, she gave me okay to do it on my own. And so I started mashing the bananas and getting out the flour, sugar, vanilla, baking powder, salt, and baking soda. (Yes, there is a reason why that's italicized.) Finally I got to the part where I'd put the baking soda in. I read the directions on the recipe and put in a cup and a half of baking soda just like I read it.

Well, there was barely that much in the box, so, I told my mom: "Hey, mom, we're out of baking soda now, there was barely even enough for the bread!" She had been sitting on the couch watching something on Food Network and whipped her head around.

"Seriously?" She asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, barely a cup and a half." She busted out laughing, and then asked if I was serious--I said yeah, confused about why she was laughing--well, she stopped abruptly so my confusion only rose. Can't remember where the conversation went from there, but it was then that I learned that baking soda makes things harder--and with the amount I put in, I would have made banana bricks. Lovely, right?

Okay, well, that's the end of story time! See y'all in my next blog!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

(Hey, the fonts are being kinda messed up right now, I'll have it figured out by my next blog though!)

Just Wait For The Impending Doom

ACK! I must apologize for the grammatical errors of my last blog--but, seeing as I wrote that at at about seven in the morning with only a few hours of sleep, I think I can be forgiven for my lack of my grammar and proper spelling in places, right? I'm guessing you agreed, but, if you didn't, you're most likely being a smart alack, now aren't you? La la la la la... hey! Lala from Teletubbies was yellow, too! XD

Anyways, just got back from Olive Garden, had some nummeh ravioli's and pasta--I'm so full and have left-overs to have for lunch tomorrow. Yay! Ha ha, you're thinking I'm stupid because I'm excited about left overs--but I'm not, no, that's not the reason why I'm excited, I'm excited because... well, my friends have forbade me of speaking of it, you'll just have to wait like all the other normal Homo Sapiens for your IMPENDING DOOM! But don't worry, I have some Fettuccine Alfredo past, so I'll be fine.
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I am mega tired right now, but, still, I'm hanging out with my fellow homey-G-Dogs (AKA, The Bunny Eared Colony, and the Yuffa Ewes.) tonight and watching some videos of when we were little. Lol, basically I had a freaking afro! XD Wouldn't you have liked to see that? Ha ha, it was quite interesting. Anyways, time to go join the others upstairs, we're going to go lay down and watch how silly and idiotic we were as little kids... aw, childhood, how I miss you so.
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Okay, well, see you later!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

Morning Rants! Aren't The Fun?

Ugh, I hate mornings--not really, but I do. I just want to go back to bed... but no, I have to go to school and get an education... well, when you look at the long run, I guess it is a good thing I'm not staying in bed--but who cares? Not me, not right now. Why? Because I'm ranting, why else? You could probably stop reading here right now and know pretty much exactly what I'm going to say... but... would that be so much fun? No? Didn't think so. Well... that is, assuming you said no as I thought you would to that question.

Anyways, woke up around 5:13 with a stupid freaking Charlie horse... ew. So then I ended up sleeping until about 6:20, so I didn't end up helping a sibling with their hair--haha, oops! Sorry my chica! Yoohoo... well, I still need to eat and rat/gel my hair--oh! And let's not forget, I need to brush my teethies! Can't forget that, that'd be icky. Yes, I just said icky, now deal with it.

Have I said how much I hate Charlie horses? (No, I'm not talking about an actual animal here, I love the name Charlie, and I love horses, so I am not saying that I hate horses named Charlie.) No? Okay, well, here's my next rant of the morning: CHARLIE HORSES! I mean, seriously, I woke up an hour before I usually get up so now I'm because tired because not only did I wake up in the middle of my sleep and not be able to get back to sleep for half an hour or so, but also I stayed up until about 12:40 last night, reading. Yeah, call me a nerd, whatever--it's a really good book! (No, to answer your questions ahead of time, it's not The Count of Monte Cristo, I'm finishing some other books first and then I'll read it.) And I'm going to look freaking lame (Not lame as in, uncool, I'm usually that. I'm talking about the limping kind of lame.) because my right leg is still sore--UGH!

Okay, that's the end of that rant because I just yawned and my throat is still.
Freaking.
Sore.
And it sucks! GRR! Gurgaladededehba! Honestly, I swear it's like someone just ran sandpaper through my throat! Gurgaladededehba!!! This means I'll probably end up mouthing the words to all of our songs today... ew. I hate mouthing words, but I don't want to ruin my voice. Gurgaladededehbah!!! Swallowing hurts... yawning hurts... talking hurts--warm salted water isn't helping either! Grr...

Alright, well, anyways I got to continue getting ready for school, maybe the soreness will go away--in both my throat and leg--I'll probably eat or drink something that wakes me up, gotta wake about an hour longer to actually go to school, though. Oh well... I'm going to go eat waffles because I'm freaking hungry now.

Tudilu!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

Gurgaladededehbah

Gurgaladededehbah... erg... Yes, I hereby proclaim "gurgaladehdedebah" a word. It is pronounced: "Grr-Guh-Luh-Day-Day-Deh-Ba", it is an exclamation of frustration, perfect to use whenever being a third wheel to an argument. You may ask just how I come up with such words--no they are not just Gibberish, how dare you even think that--and I'd tell you...

But I'd have to kill you first.

Haha, just kidding. No, I'll tell you: My words are an art to me--I come up with my own all the time, it's fun to me. I see each word in a kind of poetic way, I mean, they're not just words in a way they're alive when I create them, you know? Heh, I probably sound insane right now. Loopy loopy!

Oh well, I no longer feel like shouting "Gurgaladededehbah!" at the top of my lungs anymore, so that's probably a good thing. :P (Are we allowed to use Smiley faces in these? I haven't seen anywhere that it says we can't...)

Well, anyways, that's all for now folks! I'll see you later my readers--YES! MY readers--you're reading my blog, so therefore that makes you my reader. Got that? Wait... that doesn't mean that? SHUT UP! I don't care the technical terms of all that technical stuff!

Tata for now!

╰☆╮Mimi╰☆╮

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