...and were scared shitless of the Ao Oni, watch this video (that PewDiePie made). Trust me; you'll feel...better.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ka4ETAyHZyM
Monday, January 30, 2012
I'm an ADULT
This little story begins yesterday.
SO yesterday, I was multitasking: working on my final science fair paper (and getting confused by the instructions) while watching Hetalia and PewDiePie's Let's Plays. For those of you who don't know, Hetalia is a show that is not only hilarious and adorable but also educational, because it basically gets world history and personifies the countries involved. It's AWESOME. PewDiePie is a user on the YouTubes who plays incredibly horrifying videogames, has a statue named Stephano that speaks with a French(ish) accent, and screams at barrels. I finally subscribed to him last night, which makes me an official BRO. :D
ANYWAYS, the video series I was watching of PewDiePie was him playing the videogame Ao Oni (Blue Demon/Purple Troll/Blue Troll/Purple Demon), which I thought was a totally harmless videogame until I found myself unable to sleep at five in the morning because I thought that every shadow/noise in my house was the Ao Oni.
WARNING: PICTURES OF AO ONI MAY SOMEHOW RANDOMLY FREAK YOU OUT. VIEWER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
So then I asked myself a very good question: "Why do I love these videos so much when I know they keep me up at night?" Then - WITHOUT the aid of the voices in my head - I responded to myself with this huge lecture about how the young people love to be a-scared of things.
And that was when I decided that I didn't have the capacity to mature.
The next day (today), I FINALLY activated my debit card and got access to my bank account. It involved me stuttering on the phone as an automated voice asked me to repeat a bunch of numbers with me responding, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT NUMBERS YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!!" Not only do I now have a fear of automated voices on telephones, but I also learned that adults have overly quantitative lives. It made me sad to realize that numbers are the center of our existence, which then made me think of I, Robot, and how the robot inventors were able to quantify such bonds and emotions as obedience and loyalty in the form of the Three Laws of Robotics.
All that's left for me to be an "official" adult is to get my permit, which I probably won't get until summer because I'm lazy like that/I want to be focused on studying for school for the rest of the school year BEFORE freaking out about driving.
I have strange thoughts, which is an understatement.
If you've become suddenly interested in PewDiePie, look up PewDiePie amnesia on YouTube and watch. If you've become interested in Hetalia, WATCH IT.
SO yesterday, I was multitasking: working on my final science fair paper (and getting confused by the instructions) while watching Hetalia and PewDiePie's Let's Plays. For those of you who don't know, Hetalia is a show that is not only hilarious and adorable but also educational, because it basically gets world history and personifies the countries involved. It's AWESOME. PewDiePie is a user on the YouTubes who plays incredibly horrifying videogames, has a statue named Stephano that speaks with a French(ish) accent, and screams at barrels. I finally subscribed to him last night, which makes me an official BRO. :D
ANYWAYS, the video series I was watching of PewDiePie was him playing the videogame Ao Oni (Blue Demon/Purple Troll/Blue Troll/Purple Demon), which I thought was a totally harmless videogame until I found myself unable to sleep at five in the morning because I thought that every shadow/noise in my house was the Ao Oni.
WARNING: PICTURES OF AO ONI MAY SOMEHOW RANDOMLY FREAK YOU OUT. VIEWER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
So then I asked myself a very good question: "Why do I love these videos so much when I know they keep me up at night?" Then - WITHOUT the aid of the voices in my head - I responded to myself with this huge lecture about how the young people love to be a-scared of things.
And that was when I decided that I didn't have the capacity to mature.
The next day (today), I FINALLY activated my debit card and got access to my bank account. It involved me stuttering on the phone as an automated voice asked me to repeat a bunch of numbers with me responding, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT NUMBERS YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!!" Not only do I now have a fear of automated voices on telephones, but I also learned that adults have overly quantitative lives. It made me sad to realize that numbers are the center of our existence, which then made me think of I, Robot, and how the robot inventors were able to quantify such bonds and emotions as obedience and loyalty in the form of the Three Laws of Robotics.
All that's left for me to be an "official" adult is to get my permit, which I probably won't get until summer because I'm lazy like that/I want to be focused on studying for school for the rest of the school year BEFORE freaking out about driving.
I have strange thoughts, which is an understatement.
If you've become suddenly interested in PewDiePie, look up PewDiePie amnesia on YouTube and watch. If you've become interested in Hetalia, WATCH IT.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Ooh La La...A BACKSTORY (That May or May Not Continue)
After many failed attempts of trying to type a creative blog without backspacing ANYTHING and without looking at the keyboard, Zetsa has been institutionalized. Her final words were the following: "I AM VERY AGN ANGRY AT COMPUTERS BECAUSE THEY MAKEME MAKE ME ANGRY!!! I X I CAN'T TYPE LIKE THIS!!!" XP
Ah, poor girl...but she deserved it.
Now, reader of this blog, you might be wondering, "Who is the person typing this blog in Zetsa's place? Will this typer's sense of humor be similar to Zetsa's? Why do I even care about this blog in the first place?"
The answer to the first question is that my identity is classified. Zetsa knows very well who I am, and she does not particularly enjoy my company. I haven't spoken to her in ages...
No, my sense of humor is entirely different from Zetsa's. She enjoys mundane subjects such as Alots from a blog called Hyperbole and a Half and a stupid anime called Hetalia. I, on the other hand, enjoy less facetious forms of humor. Similarities in my trials of experimentation make me laugh. My success makes me laugh. Watching Zetsa torture herself draws a hearty chuckle out of me, which is why I smile every single day.
What am I doing here, you may ask? I am glad you did ask, reader. (No one ever asks.) My mission is...not entirely classified. Power is my objective, though not the kind of power of which you may be thinking. Thanks to my suprising travels and meticulous experiments, I have learned a great deal about science, and I do not mean that I have discovered the cure to a disease or ascertained the equation of some astrophysical phenomenon. I refuse to disclose what I have found, but my discovery definitely leads to me gaining power.
And as you may have guessed, Zetsa is one of my experiments.
Ah, poor girl...but she deserved it.
Now, reader of this blog, you might be wondering, "Who is the person typing this blog in Zetsa's place? Will this typer's sense of humor be similar to Zetsa's? Why do I even care about this blog in the first place?"
The answer to the first question is that my identity is classified. Zetsa knows very well who I am, and she does not particularly enjoy my company. I haven't spoken to her in ages...
No, my sense of humor is entirely different from Zetsa's. She enjoys mundane subjects such as Alots from a blog called Hyperbole and a Half and a stupid anime called Hetalia. I, on the other hand, enjoy less facetious forms of humor. Similarities in my trials of experimentation make me laugh. My success makes me laugh. Watching Zetsa torture herself draws a hearty chuckle out of me, which is why I smile every single day.
What am I doing here, you may ask? I am glad you did ask, reader. (No one ever asks.) My mission is...not entirely classified. Power is my objective, though not the kind of power of which you may be thinking. Thanks to my suprising travels and meticulous experiments, I have learned a great deal about science, and I do not mean that I have discovered the cure to a disease or ascertained the equation of some astrophysical phenomenon. I refuse to disclose what I have found, but my discovery definitely leads to me gaining power.
And as you may have guessed, Zetsa is one of my experiments.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Part 2 of CO-OP BLOG OF AWESOME!!! *insert Holy Music here*
If you want to see part 1, go on Mohlie's blog http://howiwhat.blogspot.com/, otherwise, you won't get it.
ANYWAYS, I, ZETSA, will be this font.
Mohlie will be thisfont color.
So let's start out with...ME. Last time, Mohlie told me that the voices in my head had no right to speak.
Roxos: Quite frankly, I do not approve of her insight.
Me: ROXOS! YOU'RE BACK!! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!
Roxos: I only interfere in political issues because I'm boring like that.
Me: ...GREAT. NOW GO AWAY.
Do I have to start every line I feel like talking with "Mohlie?"
No. The voices in my head are a part of me even though - as I mentioned - my mind is a separate entity from me, but unless you have voices in your head who would like to make a contribution to this blog, you don't have to start everything with "Mohlie."
Score! So, how many voices DO you have in your head and what are their opinions on British people? (No, Jorge, NOT you)
Well, I have at least 150 voices, but only a select few actually speak to me (I made a post about this). As for their opinions on British people...
Roxos: They're cool.
Bevell: They're cool.
Chui: They're cool unless they hurt Bevell.
Estmund: Chui, you need professional help.
Chui: DO NOT!
Bevell: ...I actually have to agree.
Chui: BUT WHY?!
Estmund: I like British people.
Bevell: You're too clingy and have anger issues. You almost killed Roxos after he gave me a sandwich.
What kind of sandwich? Cause if it was a chicken club from Macdoogals, then I'd try to kill someone too.
Roxos: I gave her a sandwich -
Chui: FILLED WITH POISON!!!
Roxos: - no. I gave her a sandwich -
Chui: THAT GOT POOPED ON BY RATS!
Bevell: Roxos gave me a sandwich from Wendy's. My favorite sandwich. I checked it for poison, and there was none.
Estmund: Why would you check a sandwich for poison?
Bevell: That is classified.
Me: Can't I have a say in anything?
How about ME??? I'm the guest here. humph
Estmund: Sorry, Mohlie. I heard you like ponies. I am a Brony, as well. I LOVE APPLEJACK AND PINKIE PIE!! What about you?
Derpy is my favorite because it's canonical for her to exist. Man, is it hectic in here. I barely know what's going on.
It's okay. I have no idea what's really going on, either.
Estmund: Well, maybe if you were more ORGANIZED, you wouldn't be SUCH A FAILURE!
Me: What's with the sudden anger, dude? Is it because I thought 2+2=6?
Estmund: That and my boyfriend and I had a fight.
Me: Cheesecake?
Estmund: *nods gravely* Cheesecake. But we'll get over it.
OKAY. Hopefully this'll be normal, now.
...Cheesecake? Whaaaaaaaaaaat??? What is this??? I'm so confused.
Estmund and his boyfriend -
Estmund: WHOSE NAME WILL NOT BE REVEALED.
- Right. They have different cheesecake recipes, and each of them believes that their recipe is superior. With me being the Queen of Cheesecake in my mind, I tried their recipes. Both were good. They refuse to believe that both their cheesecakes bore equal deliciousness, so on occasion, they argue about this. It's like the Game: when you think about it, you lose. They don't really think about the cheesecake until it randomly comes up. Speaking of which, I just lost the Game.
...Trololololololo...me too. You're a butt. Why is Boyfriend's name censored? Is it because MAJOR PLOT POINT?
Exactly! You are so fucking smart, Mohlie. (Note to self: put language warning on blog before posting.)
Language warning? Shit piss cunt motherfucking asshole donkey stables.
I'm a weirdo. I LOVE YOU GUYS! <3
I LOVE YOU, TOO!
Roxos: I tolerate your existence.
Bevell: You're so adorable! (Shut up, Jorge.)
Estmund: I'd like to get into your pants. ;)
Chui: YOU ARE A NEGATIVE INFLUENCE, MOHLIE.
Me: Shut up, Jorge - I mean, Chui. Shit. I DIDN'T MEAN IT, JORGE! I LOVE YOU! *awkward pause* BUT NOT IN THAT WAY! *facepalm*
But Phil...?
Dammit, this is getting too personal. Anyways...ponies. They're cool. No...EPICOOL.
Awwwww yeaah! I forget which episode, but the CMC (Cutie Mark Crusaders) are gonna make Big Macintosh and Cherilee fall in loooooooooove. :3
Awwwwwww yeah! I totally see that. How do you think it'll end?
Big Macintosh is a closeted genius.
I also see that, but what I meant was do you see baby ponies in their future? You know, more babies for Pinkie Pie to babysit?
I don't think so, 'cause it's the CMC. I doubt it'll last, plus Pumpkin and Poundcake are enough for her to deal with.
Okay, whelp, that's all the time we have today. I'll be postin' more stuff...whenever. And be sure to check out Mohlie's blog: http://howiwhat.blogspot.com/ or else the voices in my head will do horrible things!
I'll miss you guys! Except you, JORGE!
Ummm...okay.
Estmund: That was just about the most amazing and yet most pointless conversation I've ever heard.
Me: Shut up, Estmund. XP
*EDIT: The blog thing's being weird and not posting different fonts. SO they will just be different colors.
*EDIT 2: One thing I forgot to put in red. Thanks for the info, Mohlie! ;)
ANYWAYS, I, ZETSA, will be this font.
Mohlie will be this
So let's start out with...ME. Last time, Mohlie told me that the voices in my head had no right to speak.
Roxos: Quite frankly, I do not approve of her insight.
Me: ROXOS! YOU'RE BACK!! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!
Roxos: I only interfere in political issues because I'm boring like that.
Me: ...GREAT. NOW GO AWAY.
Do I have to start every line I feel like talking with "Mohlie?"
No. The voices in my head are a part of me even though - as I mentioned - my mind is a separate entity from me, but unless you have voices in your head who would like to make a contribution to this blog, you don't have to start everything with "Mohlie."
Score! So, how many voices DO you have in your head and what are their opinions on British people? (No, Jorge, NOT you)
Well, I have at least 150 voices, but only a select few actually speak to me (I made a post about this). As for their opinions on British people...
Roxos: They're cool.
Bevell: They're cool.
Chui: They're cool unless they hurt Bevell.
Estmund: Chui, you need professional help.
Chui: DO NOT!
Bevell: ...I actually have to agree.
Chui: BUT WHY?!
Estmund: I like British people.
Bevell: You're too clingy and have anger issues. You almost killed Roxos after he gave me a sandwich.
What kind of sandwich? Cause if it was a chicken club from Macdoogals, then I'd try to kill someone too.
Roxos: I gave her a sandwich -
Chui: FILLED WITH POISON!!!
Roxos: - no. I gave her a sandwich -
Chui: THAT GOT POOPED ON BY RATS!
Bevell: Roxos gave me a sandwich from Wendy's. My favorite sandwich. I checked it for poison, and there was none.
Estmund: Why would you check a sandwich for poison?
Bevell: That is classified.
Me: Can't I have a say in anything?
How about ME??? I'm the guest here. humph
Estmund: Sorry, Mohlie. I heard you like ponies. I am a Brony, as well. I LOVE APPLEJACK AND PINKIE PIE!! What about you?
Derpy is my favorite because it's canonical for her to exist. Man, is it hectic in here. I barely know what's going on.
It's okay. I have no idea what's really going on, either.
Estmund: Well, maybe if you were more ORGANIZED, you wouldn't be SUCH A FAILURE!
Me: What's with the sudden anger, dude? Is it because I thought 2+2=6?
Estmund: That and my boyfriend and I had a fight.
Me: Cheesecake?
Estmund: *nods gravely* Cheesecake. But we'll get over it.
OKAY. Hopefully this'll be normal, now.
...Cheesecake? Whaaaaaaaaaaat??? What is this??? I'm so confused.
Estmund and his boyfriend -
Estmund: WHOSE NAME WILL NOT BE REVEALED.
- Right. They have different cheesecake recipes, and each of them believes that their recipe is superior. With me being the Queen of Cheesecake in my mind, I tried their recipes. Both were good. They refuse to believe that both their cheesecakes bore equal deliciousness, so on occasion, they argue about this. It's like the Game: when you think about it, you lose. They don't really think about the cheesecake until it randomly comes up. Speaking of which, I just lost the Game.
...Trololololololo...me too. You're a butt. Why is Boyfriend's name censored? Is it because MAJOR PLOT POINT?
Exactly! You are so fucking smart, Mohlie. (Note to self: put language warning on blog before posting.)
Language warning? Shit piss cunt motherfucking asshole donkey stables.
I'm a weirdo. I LOVE YOU GUYS! <3
I LOVE YOU, TOO!
Roxos: I tolerate your existence.
Bevell: You're so adorable! (Shut up, Jorge.)
Estmund: I'd like to get into your pants. ;)
Chui: YOU ARE A NEGATIVE INFLUENCE, MOHLIE.
Me: Shut up, Jorge - I mean, Chui. Shit. I DIDN'T MEAN IT, JORGE! I LOVE YOU! *awkward pause* BUT NOT IN THAT WAY! *facepalm*
But Phil...?
Dammit, this is getting too personal. Anyways...ponies. They're cool. No...EPICOOL.
Awwwww yeaah! I forget which episode, but the CMC (Cutie Mark Crusaders) are gonna make Big Macintosh and Cherilee fall in loooooooooove. :3
Awwwwwww yeah! I totally see that. How do you think it'll end?
Big Macintosh is a closeted genius.
I also see that, but what I meant was do you see baby ponies in their future? You know, more babies for Pinkie Pie to babysit?
I don't think so, 'cause it's the CMC. I doubt it'll last, plus Pumpkin and Poundcake are enough for her to deal with.
Okay, whelp, that's all the time we have today. I'll be postin' more stuff...whenever. And be sure to check out Mohlie's blog: http://howiwhat.blogspot.com/ or else the voices in my head will do horrible things!
I'll miss you guys! Except you, JORGE!
Ummm...okay.
Estmund: That was just about the most amazing and yet most pointless conversation I've ever heard.
Me: Shut up, Estmund. XP
*EDIT: The blog thing's being weird and not posting different fonts. SO they will just be different colors.
*EDIT 2: One thing I forgot to put in red. Thanks for the info, Mohlie! ;)
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
I hear them...
FINALLY, I'm going to explain to you who all the voices in my head are. Well, not all of them, but the ones who I can remember off the top of my head and are actually in existence at the moment, which is funny because they ARE in my head. Hehehe, word play...
Um, here goes.
Estmund
Status: Somehow overthrew the 2nd Ruling of my Mind (the 1st Ruler was my Conscience, the 2nd was a strange enigma known as It, but not like Stephen King's scary clown dude); is my current Voice of Reason (and is surprisingly really adroit at his job)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Physical Appearance: Looks like Axel from the Kingdom Hearts series but without the eye tattoos; his hair also isn't spiky, but it's in a ponytail; he also has a goatee
Date of Birth: until I find out otherwise, it's April 28th, 2088
Special Powers: super-human strength, can tell when people are lying, can do something with darkness that I don't completely understand at the moment...
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: umm... *checks Interwebs, because Interwebs has the answer to EVERYTHING* February of 2011
Personality in One Word: Badass
Chui
Status: Wanderer (a.k.a. he only comes along when he feels that I'm being too bold, but then Estmund kicks his butt so that it seems like Chui never came along in the first place)
Sexuality: Heterosexual (but is inlove with obsessed with OBSESSSED WITH Bevell)
Physical Appearance: he looks like a pro-wrestler, but he has periwinkle eyes and fuzzy pink hair (his hair is weird: it's this tangled array of fuzz on top of his head, and then there's this ponytail sticking out of the fuzz, and the sides of his head are shaved); has a tattoo of a navy blue dragon on his chest because of some random event involving the near-loss of his soul
Date of Birth: HE WON'T TELL ME!!!
Special Powers: I will assume that epic martial arts moves counts. He also has Spidey-Senses that tell him whenever Bevell is possibly near danger...which is just about every five and a half seconds.
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: A bit after Estmund did...so...June, July 2011?
Personality in One Word: Over-protective (and that's an understatement)
Bevell
Status: Thought to have taken over my brain until Estmund proved me wrong...is now missing
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Physical Appearance: Blonde hair that's tied up in a braid over her shoulder 99% of the time (okay, so far, all of my voices have ponytails/hair style extension thingies of some sort...this must mean something), topaz blue eyes, wears this leather dress that's almost like a second skin on her
Date of Birth: Can't tell you.
Special Powers: Like Chui, she is an expert of martial arts, but other than that, I can't tell you.
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: March 2011-ish
Personality in One Word: AWESOME (it has to be in all caps)
Roxos
Status: Missing
Sexuality: Heterosexual (as far as I know, but he definitely doesn't act it...might be asexual)
Physical Appearance: Not allowed to tell you. If I tell you, his true identity would be revealed. I can say that he wears a tacky white cloak to hide his features, though.
Date of Birth: I don't really know, but even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.
Special Powers: Can heal people, can make light shoot out of his limbs, can see the future, can annoy people
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: October 2nd, 2010
Personality in One Word: Umm... (yeah, that's my word; "grumpy" also works)
Kecleon Sabat
Status: Missing (thank GOD)
Sexuality: Scary (he's married...to science...and he has a wife whom he enjoys manipulating, she got killed at some point...and I'm 99.99% sure he did it)
Physical Appearance: Wears a lab-coat, has glasses; red, slicked-back hair; eyes that are always hidden behind the shine of his lenses...even in the dark
Date of Birth: I honestly have no idea.
Special Powers: Is scary, is a scientist who likes to do immoral tests on living things (and has an awareness of time travel)
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: Not entirely sure...his appearance remains a mystery
Personality in One Word: EVIL (didn't expect that, didja?)
Documentary Guy (who might also be Viola Guy...)
Status: Missing
Sexuality: ?
Physical Appearance: ???
Date of Birth: ???????
Special Powers: Talks with a very boring voice
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: Sometime last year
Personality in One Word: ZZZZzzzzzzzzz...
J.D. Voice
Status: Missing.
Sexuality: Heterosexual, I assume
Physical Appearance: ???
Date of Birth: ???
Special Powers: Talks like J.D., sometimes narrates my life
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: Whenever I got obsessed with Scrubs
Personality in One Word: Fabulous
If any other voices pop up in my head in these posts, I'll try to post them. Otherwise, if any changes are made to the current voices in my head, I will try to edit this post. :)
Um, here goes.
Estmund
Status: Somehow overthrew the 2nd Ruling of my Mind (the 1st Ruler was my Conscience, the 2nd was a strange enigma known as It, but not like Stephen King's scary clown dude); is my current Voice of Reason (and is surprisingly really adroit at his job)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Physical Appearance: Looks like Axel from the Kingdom Hearts series but without the eye tattoos; his hair also isn't spiky, but it's in a ponytail; he also has a goatee
Date of Birth: until I find out otherwise, it's April 28th, 2088
Special Powers: super-human strength, can tell when people are lying, can do something with darkness that I don't completely understand at the moment...
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: umm... *checks Interwebs, because Interwebs has the answer to EVERYTHING* February of 2011
Personality in One Word: Badass
Chui
Status: Wanderer (a.k.a. he only comes along when he feels that I'm being too bold, but then Estmund kicks his butt so that it seems like Chui never came along in the first place)
Sexuality: Heterosexual (but is in
Physical Appearance: he looks like a pro-wrestler, but he has periwinkle eyes and fuzzy pink hair (his hair is weird: it's this tangled array of fuzz on top of his head, and then there's this ponytail sticking out of the fuzz, and the sides of his head are shaved); has a tattoo of a navy blue dragon on his chest because of some random event involving the near-loss of his soul
Date of Birth: HE WON'T TELL ME!!!
Special Powers: I will assume that epic martial arts moves counts. He also has Spidey-Senses that tell him whenever Bevell is possibly near danger...which is just about every five and a half seconds.
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: A bit after Estmund did...so...June, July 2011?
Personality in One Word: Over-protective (and that's an understatement)
Bevell
Status: Thought to have taken over my brain until Estmund proved me wrong...is now missing
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Physical Appearance: Blonde hair that's tied up in a braid over her shoulder 99% of the time (okay, so far, all of my voices have ponytails/hair style extension thingies of some sort...this must mean something), topaz blue eyes, wears this leather dress that's almost like a second skin on her
Date of Birth: Can't tell you.
Special Powers: Like Chui, she is an expert of martial arts, but other than that, I can't tell you.
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: March 2011-ish
Personality in One Word: AWESOME (it has to be in all caps)
Roxos
Status: Missing
Sexuality: Heterosexual (as far as I know, but he definitely doesn't act it...might be asexual)
Physical Appearance: Not allowed to tell you. If I tell you, his true identity would be revealed. I can say that he wears a tacky white cloak to hide his features, though.
Date of Birth: I don't really know, but even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.
Special Powers: Can heal people, can make light shoot out of his limbs, can see the future, can annoy people
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: October 2nd, 2010
Personality in One Word: Umm... (yeah, that's my word; "grumpy" also works)
Kecleon Sabat
Status: Missing (thank GOD)
Sexuality: Scary (he's married...to science...and he has a wife whom he enjoys manipulating, she got killed at some point...and I'm 99.99% sure he did it)
Physical Appearance: Wears a lab-coat, has glasses; red, slicked-back hair; eyes that are always hidden behind the shine of his lenses...even in the dark
Date of Birth: I honestly have no idea.
Special Powers: Is scary, is a scientist who likes to do immoral tests on living things (and has an awareness of time travel)
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: Not entirely sure...his appearance remains a mystery
Personality in One Word: EVIL (didn't expect that, didja?)
Documentary Guy (who might also be Viola Guy...)
Status: Missing
Sexuality: ?
Physical Appearance: ???
Date of Birth: ???????
Special Powers: Talks with a very boring voice
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: Sometime last year
Personality in One Word: ZZZZzzzzzzzzz...
J.D. Voice
Status: Missing.
Sexuality: Heterosexual, I assume
Physical Appearance: ???
Date of Birth: ???
Special Powers: Talks like J.D., sometimes narrates my life
Day He/She/It Appeared in my Head: Whenever I got obsessed with Scrubs
Personality in One Word: Fabulous
If any other voices pop up in my head in these posts, I'll try to post them. Otherwise, if any changes are made to the current voices in my head, I will try to edit this post. :)
Friday, January 20, 2012
Locked Out!
Okay, so about an hour ago, I came back from a piano lesson. This blog isn't so much about the actual lesson as it is about what happened before it.
So I was driven to my piano teacher's place, and I went up to her door and rang the doorbell. Her two Malteses noticed me and started barking. I stood there for a minute, waiting for something to happen, but I didn't see anyone. I thought, Okay, maybe she's taking a nap and she didn't expect me for some reason? (That happens sometimes, but I usually am still able to get in fairly quickly.)
Right after I've been waiting for another minute, she - my piano teacher - PRACTICALLY PASSES RIGHT BY ME. And there were these two HUGE windows by her door, so I was just like, "HOW ARE YOU NOT NOTICING ME, WOMAN?!" Keep in mind, the dogs are still barking.
I ring the doorbell again. No effect.
After waiting another minute or two for her to realize that I had rung her doorbell twice, I finally knock the door, and finally she notices me.
The End.
Hmm...doesn't seem as entertaining on a blog as it was when it actually happened. Ah, well. C'est la vie.
Estmund: You do realize that by speaking French, you're just showing off?
Me: ...Really Estmund? You're telling me that I'm showing off?
Estmund: *nods* Yes.
Me: And I suppose that whenever you show off your super-strength to -
Estmund: DON'T SPOIL IT.
Me: - I was going to say "that Special Someone." What, you thought I was going to reveal his or her name?
Estmund: I worry! Your mouth is bigger than your brain, and your brain contains at least a population of 150 people, and bajillions more flora and fauna.
Me: Tou - wait. Never mind. You actually know how to keep secrets.
Estmund: That's right.
Me: Right.
Chui: What is going on here?
Me: Oh, God.
Chui: Estmund, quit plaguing her mind with lies.
Estmund: I'm not even doing anything. She and I are just having a nice, harmless conversation -
Chui: I beg to differ. Your time in prison makes you a bad influence.
Estmund: Zetsa (*author of this blog not revealing her real name for the sake of the Interwebs*), I think I just found someone with a bigger mouth than you.
Me: Chui's actually supposed to be more reticent than that...
Mr. Bello: YO MOMMA VOCAB!
Me: HOW DID YOU GET HERE?!
Writing Tips of the Day Voice: DON'T USE ALL CAPS AND LOTS OF EXCLAMATION POINTS TO EMPHASIZE YOUR ASSERTIONS!!!
Me: What the what?
Molly: BRITISH!
Estmund: You're losing control, kid! STOP TYPING! STOP TYPING!!
Me: I CAN'T.
Estmund: Why?
Space Core: Spacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespace...
Me: How did Portal 2 get in here?
GLaDOS: Sometimes the best solution is the easiest.
Me: Umm...okay...me stop-y the type-y now...
So I was driven to my piano teacher's place, and I went up to her door and rang the doorbell. Her two Malteses noticed me and started barking. I stood there for a minute, waiting for something to happen, but I didn't see anyone. I thought, Okay, maybe she's taking a nap and she didn't expect me for some reason? (That happens sometimes, but I usually am still able to get in fairly quickly.)
Right after I've been waiting for another minute, she - my piano teacher - PRACTICALLY PASSES RIGHT BY ME. And there were these two HUGE windows by her door, so I was just like, "HOW ARE YOU NOT NOTICING ME, WOMAN?!" Keep in mind, the dogs are still barking.
I ring the doorbell again. No effect.
After waiting another minute or two for her to realize that I had rung her doorbell twice, I finally knock the door, and finally she notices me.
The End.
Hmm...doesn't seem as entertaining on a blog as it was when it actually happened. Ah, well. C'est la vie.
Estmund: You do realize that by speaking French, you're just showing off?
Me: ...Really Estmund? You're telling me that I'm showing off?
Estmund: *nods* Yes.
Me: And I suppose that whenever you show off your super-strength to -
Estmund: DON'T SPOIL IT.
Me: - I was going to say "that Special Someone." What, you thought I was going to reveal his or her name?
Estmund: I worry! Your mouth is bigger than your brain, and your brain contains at least a population of 150 people, and bajillions more flora and fauna.
Me: Tou - wait. Never mind. You actually know how to keep secrets.
Estmund: That's right.
Me: Right.
Chui: What is going on here?
Me: Oh, God.
Chui: Estmund, quit plaguing her mind with lies.
Estmund: I'm not even doing anything. She and I are just having a nice, harmless conversation -
Chui: I beg to differ. Your time in prison makes you a bad influence.
Estmund: Zetsa (*author of this blog not revealing her real name for the sake of the Interwebs*), I think I just found someone with a bigger mouth than you.
Me: Chui's actually supposed to be more reticent than that...
Mr. Bello: YO MOMMA VOCAB!
Me: HOW DID YOU GET HERE?!
Writing Tips of the Day Voice: DON'T USE ALL CAPS AND LOTS OF EXCLAMATION POINTS TO EMPHASIZE YOUR ASSERTIONS!!!
Me: What the what?
Molly: BRITISH!
Estmund: You're losing control, kid! STOP TYPING! STOP TYPING!!
Me: I CAN'T.
Estmund: Why?
Space Core: Spacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespacespace...
Me: How did Portal 2 get in here?
GLaDOS: Sometimes the best solution is the easiest.
Me: Umm...okay...me stop-y the type-y now...
First Post!
Wowzee wow wow! I are using Interwebs. Proud are am of me. XD
I apologize for the [intentional] grammatical errors, but I seriously just felt like using them.
Umm...let's see, now, I guess this blog will be kind of like my post on Blackboard. I'll type whatever's in my head (I TOOK TWO WRITTEN TESTS TODAY AND I'M SURE I FAILED THEM BOTH) like what I just typed in parentheses, and...I'll see how it goes.
In the meanwhile, here's a conversation I had with one of my characters.
Me: I'm bored.
Estmund: That's why I'm here.
Me: Oh, God, you again. I hate to say this, but it seems like you're my voice of reason, now. Any reason for that?
Estmund: Well, let's think about this -
Me: You're in my head. What is there to think about?
Estmund: ...I'm ignoring you. ANYWAYS, Bevell - the actual rational one - is on leave because...well, she's not with us. Chui is too emotional over Bevell's absence, Finneen is too busy being emo, and Roxos...what happened to Roxos?
Me: I DON'T KNOW!! He just left, and I'm happy for that.
Estmund: You do realize that because this is on a blog, you're going to have to make a post about who all of us voices are, right?
Me: SHHH!!! Don't give the readers ideas!
Estmund: Too late. See, even if this blog doesn't stick to their memories, it will still have an impact on their daily lives.
Me: You are insufferable.
Estmund: And that's why I'm here. And why are you still typing? We shouldn't be having this conversation.
Me: What?
Estmund: You have to leave in two minutes. School's almost over, kiddo.
Me: Uhh....right. Sure.
That's the end of that...maybe we'll see more of me?
I apologize for the [intentional] grammatical errors, but I seriously just felt like using them.
Umm...let's see, now, I guess this blog will be kind of like my post on Blackboard. I'll type whatever's in my head (I TOOK TWO WRITTEN TESTS TODAY AND I'M SURE I FAILED THEM BOTH) like what I just typed in parentheses, and...I'll see how it goes.
In the meanwhile, here's a conversation I had with one of my characters.
Me: I'm bored.
Estmund: That's why I'm here.
Me: Oh, God, you again. I hate to say this, but it seems like you're my voice of reason, now. Any reason for that?
Estmund: Well, let's think about this -
Me: You're in my head. What is there to think about?
Estmund: ...I'm ignoring you. ANYWAYS, Bevell - the actual rational one - is on leave because...well, she's not with us. Chui is too emotional over Bevell's absence, Finneen is too busy being emo, and Roxos...what happened to Roxos?
Me: I DON'T KNOW!! He just left, and I'm happy for that.
Estmund: You do realize that because this is on a blog, you're going to have to make a post about who all of us voices are, right?
Me: SHHH!!! Don't give the readers ideas!
Estmund: Too late. See, even if this blog doesn't stick to their memories, it will still have an impact on their daily lives.
Me: You are insufferable.
Estmund: And that's why I'm here. And why are you still typing? We shouldn't be having this conversation.
Me: What?
Estmund: You have to leave in two minutes. School's almost over, kiddo.
Me: Uhh....right. Sure.
That's the end of that...maybe we'll see more of me?
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