Spring Break's almost over...makes me sad.
But that's okay! At least we had a break, and since there were no snow days and school's ending early - well, that's always good. :)
I don't know what I'm doing, so I'll just end it here and ask about your spring breaks. ^3^
Monday, April 9, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Have a Laugh...
...and watch our script.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hrz-milVsE0
There will probably be edits made later to make things make more sense...but we'll see. In the meanwhile, tell us what you think!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hrz-milVsE0
There will probably be edits made later to make things make more sense...but we'll see. In the meanwhile, tell us what you think!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
And this is why 2012 is the apocalypse...
Mmmmkay, so Saturday was the Science Fair. Guess who won first place?
Estmund: You?
Me: Yup.
And I am NOT happy about it.
A Reader of this Blog: BUT WHY ARE YOU UNHAPPY ABOUT THIS?!
Me: WHY ARE YOU SPEAKING IN ALL CAPS?!
ARotB: BECAUSE YOU ARE MAKING ME.
Me: OKAY.
I am unhappy because Science Fair has sucked all the sleep out of me like how Twilight sucks out people's souls. If you actually like Twilight and want your soul sucked out by it, then make that simile like how Edward sucks blood from bears. Or something.
I am SO hilarious.
ANYWAYS, I don't want to go to regionals because I am SICK of science fair. Then again, I kind of deserved it because I actually tried my best on my presentation and somehow got rewarded for it.
Damn my intelligence.
Now is this blog going to be a rant? YES. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THIS IS.
It's ironic because last year, the experiment I did with a partner (I was alone this year) was about hydroelectric dams, and it was all super-impressive and stuff because I actually cared. This year, I literally just stuffed batteries in a fan and watched the fan spin for a little less than a total of 72 hours, and there was little research done on the experiment I did, so I kinda had no idea what I was doing. Then I was just like, "I don't care about working on my presentation/backboard. I'm just going to do the paper because the paper is ACTUALLY FOR A GRADE."
And despite my lack of work this year in comparison to last year, I WON FUCKING FIRST PLACE. IT MAKES NO SENSE.
I should be going to sleep now.
On another note, I went shopping today...
...and actually used my debit card for the first time.
I didn't spend a crapload of $, so I am happy.
I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN ADULT NOW!
Estmund: You?
Me: Yup.
And I am NOT happy about it.
A Reader of this Blog: BUT WHY ARE YOU UNHAPPY ABOUT THIS?!
Me: WHY ARE YOU SPEAKING IN ALL CAPS?!
ARotB: BECAUSE YOU ARE MAKING ME.
Me: OKAY.
I am unhappy because Science Fair has sucked all the sleep out of me like how Twilight sucks out people's souls. If you actually like Twilight and want your soul sucked out by it, then make that simile like how Edward sucks blood from bears. Or something.
I am SO hilarious.
ANYWAYS, I don't want to go to regionals because I am SICK of science fair. Then again, I kind of deserved it because I actually tried my best on my presentation and somehow got rewarded for it.
Damn my intelligence.
Now is this blog going to be a rant? YES. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THIS IS.
It's ironic because last year, the experiment I did with a partner (I was alone this year) was about hydroelectric dams, and it was all super-impressive and stuff because I actually cared. This year, I literally just stuffed batteries in a fan and watched the fan spin for a little less than a total of 72 hours, and there was little research done on the experiment I did, so I kinda had no idea what I was doing. Then I was just like, "I don't care about working on my presentation/backboard. I'm just going to do the paper because the paper is ACTUALLY FOR A GRADE."
And despite my lack of work this year in comparison to last year, I WON FUCKING FIRST PLACE. IT MAKES NO SENSE.
I should be going to sleep now.
On another note, I went shopping today...
...and actually used my debit card for the first time.
I didn't spend a crapload of $, so I am happy.
I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN ADULT NOW!
Monday, January 30, 2012
If You Read the Last Blog...
...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
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ka4ETAyHZyM
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! ;)
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