Last day of 2011

Oh, wow, guys. Just like that, 2011's over.
Actually, this year went by reaaally slowly for me. 


Buut the end of a year isn't meant for regretting what happened that year! No, that'd totally kill the joy of knowing I'm gonna have to change the year when I write dates! The end of a year is meant for thinking about how to not to stuff you'll regret, and remaining optimistic about the next year, even though, considering you've lived most of your life as an idiot, you're probably gonna regret it as much as the last.


In any case, I decided to make some New Year's Resolutions. 
I've actually resolved to do these things many, many times before, but maybe the fact that failing would mean embarrassing myself in front of the whole (as in, reaaally close to 0%) internet would be motivation to actually keep them! So...


1) I will do my homework the day it is assigned! No more "Meh, I'll do it tomorrow"s for me! No more, "Sh*t, why didn't I do this earlier" regrets! 
2) I will go to bed at 11:30 pm whenever I have the time to! No more will I say to myself, Hey, I've spent the past few months sleeping at 2am! So why not spend a few hours wasting time and doodling! This is gonna be so much fun! There is absolutely no way I can regret this later! But, no, silly me. You will regret this later. So stoppit! 
3) I will clean my room every other week! I shall no longer allow the mess to pile up and pile up for months upon months. My room will be neat, and tidy, and clean aaaall the time! 
4) I feel like I had one more, but I don't remember what it was................


*ahem* 
But, of course, we all know I'm not gonna be able to keep these resolutions. If I were to resolve to keep being an idiot, hey, I've been doing that for years! 
Anyway, I will try my best, and hopefully, at least the sleep thing will stay intact for a while...


So, Happy New Year to all of you. I have one last thing before I close off this post. 


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Crayons and zombies and tigers, oh my! 


Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am finally writing this story. I lost my old drafts of it (I don't feel like looking for them) so I will just write it here, on the fly! 


*Ahem* 






Once upon a time, in a city not very far from here, there was a box of crayons that lived in a retail store. The white crayon was the leader of the 12 in that box. When it told them to stay put, they stayed put. When it told them to stay in order, they stayed in order. And all was well. 


One day, a little girl asked her mommy to buy the box of crayons for her. The little girl loved to color and draw very, very much, so her mommy bought the crayons for her. So, when they got home, the crayons saw the world outside of the box for the very first time. It was a very nice world. And when the white crayon told the others to stay put, they did so. When it told them to stay in order, they did so. And all was well, for a while. 


However, the little girl didn't always put the crayons back where they belonged. Some of them stayed for days outside of the box, and sometimes the yellow would be by the purple and not by the orange, where it belonged. Some crayons were used up or disappeared completely. They didn't listen to the white crayon anymore. When it told them to stay put, they didn't. When it told them to stay in order, they didn't. And, so the white crayon was very sad.


What made the white crayon saddest of all was that the little girl never used it. The paper on which she drew was white, anyway, so when she tried to draw on it with the white crayon, she could hardly see the mark. So, she shoved the white crayon back into the box, and there it stayed. 


After a while, all the crayons had left the box. Even the white crayon couldn't stay in it anymore, for it had been ripped apart after the little girl forgot to clean her room for the longest time. When she finally did, she looked for all the crayons except for the white one. Indeed, she thought, she didn't need the white crayon. And so the crayon stayed tucked into the carpet behind the girl's dresser. And all was no longer well. When the white crayon realized that the girl had stopped looking for it, it wept. It wept and wept, until it cried itself to sleep. When it woke up, it found that it was in another world. 


Yes, it found itself in another world, with brighter colors and a higher sky and people who adored all crayons. However, this wonderful world had been struck by a plague. Many of its people had been turned into zombies. The white crayon thought sadly to itself of what it could do, but it could do nothing. After all, it was just a white crayon, who couldn't even draw on paper. 


The white crayon had been taken in by a little boy. His brother had been turned into a zombie, and was never found. The boy's family constantly worried that he would catch the illness as well, but he stayed healthy, and all he wanted to do was find a way to help. 


One day, the boy was taking a walk with the white crayon in he forest. When he was very deep inside the forest, he heard the voice of a demon singing. He crept behind some bushes and watched as the demon danced around the fire, singing to itself. 


The tiger hides in these woods, it sang, the demon tiger with fur as red as the fires of hell. The illness comes from the tiger, but no one knows, no one knows that it hides in the cave by the village.  The demon cackled madly to itself, dancing around its fire. 


The boy heard the demon sing, and ran away as soon as it revealed where the tiger was. He knew that if he were to kill the tiger, he could save the village from the plague. So, after many days of searching, the boy found the cave. Even though he had no weapon, the boy snuck into the cave, and found the demon tiger. 


It was a monstrous beast, with teeth like knives and claws that could carved steel. It awoke as the boy approached it and let out a ferocious roar. The boy could only shake in fear. The grabbed for something to use as a weapon, but there was nothing. The white crayon jumped from the boy's pocket and into his hand.


Throw me, said the white crayon, into the beast's throat! I can choke it, and you can escape!


The boy nodded, and threw the crayon at the beast with tears in his eyes. As if guided by a god, the crayon landed in the tiger's throat, and it suffocated to death. In a few days, the boy returned to his village. Everyone infected by the plague had been cured, and were no longer zombies. They could no longer help the ones who had died, and held a funeral for all of them. 


The white crayon lay in the tiger's throat for many days. Finally, when it was at the end of its life, an angel came to it and freed it from the tiger's throat. When it woke up, it was back in the box with the other crayons. They were all in order, and they all stayed put, and they were happy, and all was well. 




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So, yeah, there's the story. I... honestly don't know why it ended like that... I don't know why it's like that at all.... But after what's probably been a year of promising to write it, I wrote it! Yeah, I rock! 


So, uh, yeah. Happy New Years, get out your disaster survival kits and don't drink til you pass out! 

December's almost over.....

And the number of followers I have has inexplicably gone up again. 
Two mysterious people either actually enjoy my writing and would like the opportunity to read future posts or, more likely, they were possessed by some sort of hate demon and/or threatened at gunpoint to follow this terrible excuse for a blog. 


As the list of followers on my dashboard doesn't follow any logical order I can decipher, I can't really tell which of you are new around here, but I welcome you anyway and I thank you for actually liking my writing and thinking, hey, this fellow seems fairly reasonable. I think I'll read more.


Unless it's the hate demon/threatened at gunpoint situation. In which case, I'm very sorry about your predicament and I hope you are able to escape the hate demon and/or suspicious agents very soon. 
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So, uh...
Including today, I have a whopping 4 days left of winter break. Lovely, that thought. I mean, I suppose it's not such a terrible number... Except I still haven't done any of my homework.
Ahahaha
I should probably get started on that now...
Aah, high school.... such a lovely, lovely thing....


Anyway, the end of 2011 means the beginning of 2012! So, you guys better put together your disaster survival kits! Y'got less than a year left! 






Again, new followers, welcome, and thanks..... (And good luck, which, even if you're not in the hate demon situation, may be useful to you later. Just looking out for ya, 'kay?)

I only have one thing to say about today

And it's that today there is an intense pain in my hip.


We left on a roadtrip to Pensacola Beach a few days ago, and we just came back. Really, all we did was dive two days to get there, comment on the nice view once we got there, took a few photos, and took two more days to drive home once morning came. 


It seems a lot of our holidays are characterized by spending a looong time to drive to where we're going, staying a couple nights without doing much, and then spending a loooong time getting back. So, for a lot of the trips I took, what I remember most vividly is being on the plane or being in the car, and watching the scenery go by like the wind. 


And, so, now, we're finally home and I am at my desk, and sitting with some really awful pain in my hip. I think it's because I never sit right in the car when I'm in the back seat and I'm in there for more than a half hour or so. It really, really hurts. And it hurts when I stand, and it hurts when I bend, and, ugh, I just hope it goes away by tomorrow. 


Anyway, when I woke up this morning, I had the sudden realization that today's Christmas! 
Not really, my brother shouted "Merry Christmas" to all of us when he woke up this morning, and I kept hearing it from people on the trip back. 


I must say, it doesn't really feel like Christmas. That isn't to say Christmas has a certain feel. It's just, I haven't heard too many carols, I haven't even seen 1 complete Christmas movie and despite having several cups of hot chocolate, I've yet to finish eating a singly candy cane. And now my hip hurts. And my hip never hurts on Christmas. Actually, my hip hardly ever hurts, since I'm not even old enough to complain about my hip hurting. 


So, yeah, Merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate it,
and to the rest of you, Happy Whatever-It-Is-That-Won't-Offend-You
and if you'll excuse me, I must go do something about my hip. 

And as the smoke cleared, he looked up

And he asked: 


Is it over? 




OMIGOD Today was the LAST DAY OF FINALS meaning the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. 


So, starting today, I am free. Free! Freeeeeeeeeeee!! 


That is, until the third day of January comes around...
Buut that's a whole two and a half weeks away! Next year! So, that's like an eternity, so I don't need to worry about it. 


So, uh, yeah. I just wanted to announce that school is over and I feel happier... than I was when school was still going, so I guess that's an improvement. 


I hope you guys have a great winter break/holiday season if you don't have a winter break and try not to make plans that'll get you killed!