Onoes...?

I lost ten pounds since the beginning of summer vacation.

Because I have practically no life during this time and I don't walk around and exercise as much and my appetite has gone waaaaay down and I hardly feel hungry anymore. Thus, I don't eat nearly as much as I did during the school year.

Should I be concerned? Currently, I am not concerned. :|

A parody.

Why is it that most of my inspiration for these things come when I'm trying to fall asleep? I always have to get out of bed and turn on the light and write down some brilliant new idea or verse and then get back to bed and think some more and come up with something new and ARRGHHHH

That being said...

G-TOK (a Platinum-based Galactic-centric Tik Tok parody)
(PS. Sorry if the rhythms are a little weird at parts, I'm still working on it)

Wake up in the morning feeling like a Galactic
Grab my suit, I'm out the door, Veilstone is gonna get hectic
Before I'm through, check my 'do, make sure it's still round and teal
'Cuz if I don't, some Commander's gonna give me hell

I'm talkin'
Glameows at the Windworks
Honey man's being a jerk, jerk
Attract 'em in great numbers
(da da da)
We're going to
Summon the great Dialga
And its pal Palkia
Holy shit, a shadow, it's Girati...na!

Don't stop, bombs to drop
Let's go blow the Great Marsh up
Today, then we move onto Sinnoh's three lakes
G-Tok, on the clock, but the 'splosions don't stop, no
(oh woah oh, oh woah oh)

Don't stop, bombs to drop
Let's go blow Celestic up
But then, Cyrus comes, meets that little kid again
G-Tok, on the clock, but the battle don't stop, no
(oh woah oh, oh woah oh)

(INSERT BRIDGE HERE. I literally have nothing for this part yet xD;;) (IT'S SOMETHING ABOUT THE DISTORTION WORLD o_O)

Now the chaos don't start 'til we walk in...

Wait, stop, now we're lost
This is not Sinnoh at all
I'm sure I just surfed up a frickin' waterfall
G-Tok, on the clock, but the weirdness don't stop, no
(oh woah oh, oh woah oh)

Won't stop, Cyrus, watch
As I make the worlds blow up
Oh what? I just put Giratina in a ball
G-Tok, on the clock, but the boss, he won't stop, no
(oh woah oh, oh woah oh...)

FIN

(The rhyming scheme of that last chorus fails so much. x_o)

Oh gawd that was traumatic.

Okay, so my dream went something like this (must write down before I forget):

The year is... sometime in the future. Surprisingly (or not), it's all a wreck and something like a giant garbage dump, with dirt everywhere and it's really dry. Uhm, somehow there are like, these native people who like carving sticks and they like meat cleavers. o_O

Okay yeah. So there's this crapsack world and somehow a bunch of you guys and me are stuck here after I used a Time-Turner during exams to take my Drama exam at the same time as my English exam (DON'T ASK HOW THAT RELATES AT ALL) and we end up in the crapsack world with these native looking people who look and dress like Aboriginals.

So basically, we're sitting around some... campfire thing, and I'm recording stuff on the dirt with a stick (like a journal almost, I HAVE NO IDEA WHY IT'S NOT LIKE ANYBODY'S GONNA READ IT o_O) and Shandershon is sitting to my left carving something with a knife and a stick and I'm pretty sure Fanderson and Micherface and Lauckerface were there too. And some other people, there were like... maybe six or seven of us there?

Yeah so, there's this one boy (can't have been more than eleven or so) who we make friends with, and even though he doesn't speak English we somehow make friends with him (???). So yeah. Uhm, but then while we're just sitting there DOING NOTHING AT ALL JUST SITTING THERE IN OUR MODERN CLOTHES AND JEANS AND STUFF, he randomly comes up and stabs more like sticks a giant meat cleaver in Shandershon's head.

x______X

So, Shandershon keels over because she pretty much died (SORRY SHANDERSHON Dx) and then other native people start swarming us, and I think I saw somebody else stick a giant knife thing into Fanderson/Micherface/Lauckerface's spine, but I can't remember. Okay, you get the point right?

So they're swarming me and making their weird war cries and then I... transform into a dragon? More like a wyvern, but I can't breathe fire. (??????) And then I fly up and their arrows (????????????) hit me but they don't kill me, and then there's some big deal with sky people (NO AVATAR REFERENCE INTENDED) living up in the clouds (literally) and then I woke up and realized how stupid the entire thing was.

Perhaps I've been roleplaying post-apocalyptic stuff too much. .___.

No idea how the Time-Turner and traveling through time to do exams fit into the whole thing though (IT'S MARK'S FAULT HE JUST REVIEWED THAT CHAPTER /brick'd). I just remember the teacher (who looked suspiciously like Hall-Kemp from Crosby) staring down at me and asking me what I was doing there, because CLEARLY I never attended any of her classes. Oh, and in my dream-verse, Nalini took Drama and was panicking and stressing as usual. GOOD JOB NALINI. x3

(PS. I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT THIS DREAM WOULD PROBABLY BE BETTER NOVEL FODDER THAN STEPHANIE MEYER'S, KTHX)

Lala, nothing to do.

Okay so, since I'm bored, I decided to hop on my trusty blog once more and... post something.

Anything.

Since this thing is free for me to spam, and nobody will care.

Unless you're reading my blog, which, if you're reading this, you kind of are.

Haha. |D

Well. Now I don't know why I'm even on here, because clearly I have nothing to write or say or anything funny or even remotely amusing to do, which is a shame. And Ashita e no Melody is playing in the background.

Maybe I'll fill my time instead blabbering on about irrelevant and potentially thought-provoking topics, until my fingers hurt from typing.

For some reason, they already are. And I'm making lots of typos, even though I'm fixing them as I go along. GASP, I'M OUT OF PRACTICE. THE HORROR. D:

Still didn't pick up my report card. Tried to go last Friday (that's what I was trying to call you about, Shandershon, by the way) but then the janitor said that it was closed on Fridays, so boo. I wonder what my average is, since I don't have my post-ISU English mark or my final Family Studies mark (LSKJFLKASDJ) but hopefully it doesn't dip below 90%.

That would be very unfortunate. D:

Okay, now off the topic of marks, because that's just depressing me. Someone on TV Tropes suggested that Jacob Black is Sirius Black and Remus Lupin's son. No, I don't know why I read up on these things.

I should probably stop infesting my blog with TV Tropes too. Good thing I didn't mention a single thing about roleplaying or video games so far (save for this paragraph because it's an example YOU STOP JUDGING ME IMMEDIATELY)

/brick'd

On my roleplaying forum, I am currently trying to explain the mathematics of Effort Values and effort points and Pokérus. I'm not looking forward to math in grade 10.

... I have no idea how my brain connected those two subjects, apart from the fact that they're both math, but okay sure.

MY IPOD IS PLAYING EPIC MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND I.E. MUSIC THAT PLAYS WHEN SAKURA FINALLY CONVERTS LIGHT AND DARK AND PWNS ERIOL RAWWRRRRR

/pelted by bricks

Okay, I'll stop.

I have an empty glass on my desk that had Sprite in it a few seconds ago, but I drank it all. MLIA

Stop throwing bricks at me, yo. :(

In my own little fandom, Raikou's battle theme totally fits Sidney. And Suicune with Phoebe. No idea who's Entei though... STEVEN LOL okay no.

Now it's Happy Material. I love shuffling my mostly-soundtracks-and-anime-crap-and-some-English-songs iPod list and blasting them at full volume when my parents aren't home. 8)

I'm just kinda worried we'll get a noise complaint. Whoops, my bad. o_O

KARAOKE TIME OKAY BYE

Okay fine.

Fandi nagged me about updating my blog, because I am a bad girl and have been roleplaying my head off these past few days and already filled up more than 13 pages of crap in Word in size 8.5 Verdana and DON'T JUDGE ME KTHX D:

going downstairs to eat watermelon brb

Back. Summer is for watermelon, yo.

I nearly used the square brackets when writing that italics. IT'S THE FORUM'S FAULT MOMMY IT WAS HIS IDEA
/brick'd

Okay. I'll stop.

Blog turns two years old in mid-September. It would be SO AWESOMESAUCE if I could keep this alive for all four years of high school... then I would have a stupid and vague collection of memories that somehow record my high school experiences! :D (Plus grade 8.)

Okay, I'll try to update more frequently, geez, but I have 13 frickin pages of roleplaying in my Word document you stop judging me immediately.

(Sorry Mark.)

NOW, OFF TO ROLEPLAYING ONCE MORE!

/brick'd again

Oh noez.

Practicing new vocal techniques on Sarah McLachlan songs cause me to hyperventilate, and now I have a headache.

Just wonderful. D:

Mrph. I want a nap.

A thought.

Summer vacation
= no social life
= harvest moon x mining x ♥
= ARGH WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO FALL THREE FLOORS DAMNIT ALKSJDFLKASJDFLK + D:<
= blogging about my spazzing ÷ realizing people don't care
= GUESS WHAT PEOPLE DON'T CARE
= :( + moar harvest moon x ♥

and etc.

MY MATH IS GOOD SHUUP

Oh, right.

ADVERTISING TIME. ♥

http://teima.proboards.com/index.cgi

It's a Pokémanz roleplaying forum, so I'm pretty sure that pretty much only Shandershon will be the slightest bit interested, but...

To any random blog-stalkers that I may have, if you roleplay Pokémanz, JOIN PLZ. WE HAVE ZOMBIES. |3

Weird dreams.

This time it was some Crosby teacher (might have been Sutherland) lecturing us not to use the word "thing" because we're "not in first grade anymore."

Why do I even dream about these things. Why do I even remember these things??

If anything, I should be dreaming about roleplaying. I'm obsessedddd. :P

And and and - CASTFORM!~ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥



(clickyplz. ♥) (&& yes I drew that. The shading was a bitch to do. |3)

Happy Canada Day~

"Wow, Silver, your face works like a Super Repel!"

"...Shut up."

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