Pessimism: either you're right or pleasantly surprised

Today is Sunday. Sunday is my day to be lazy and not care about anything, including what I wear. It wasn't until my dear friend Chandler said he was coming over to pick up a forgotten book from my house that I realized what I was wearing.

yes that is a penguin pajama top, paint-splatter tank top, and plaid pajama pants.

Needless to say Stacy and Clinton would totally kill me for my clash of patterns. I can't help it if all my comfortable clothes are horribly mismatched. oh well.

NOW! Blogger Challenge Day 3:

is the glass half empty or half full?

This is the post I dread, because I don't have much to say on the subject. But that's alright, because you have that lovely photo to keep you entertained whilst I rant about optimism!

Lets get real guys. If you pour half a glass of milk, than your glass is in fact half full, because that's all you wanted. If you pour yourself a full glass of milk and then someone else drank half of it, it is now half empty. I don't know about you but when someone drinks half my milk I don't exclaim, "Hey! who left my glass half full?!" do you? If so you're probably a really strange person and should learn a few colloquialisms. You'll get along with people in the world better. Personally I just yell "Who drank my milk! I was going to dunk my cookies in that!" and then my mother's milk mustached and cookie crumbed mouth will tell me who it was.

I should probably rant about whether or not I'm a pessimist or an optimist. Well the truth is that For a Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic. Little plagiarized but its true. Outwardly I'm really quite optimistic. for example:

English class. Final test. Studied as hard as I could without my brain melting. The results? a 98%. the only reason I missed those two points is because I forgot a simple, stupid rule.

My reaction? "hey! I got a 98! That's awesome!"

In school I'm naturally optimistic. Probably because a 98% is really good compared to other tests I take. (Except this term! I got straight A's. I'm still in shock about this.)

In other people's lives I'm also an optimist. Your boyfriend dumped you? That's ok he was a douche bag anyway! Lets get ice cream! Your cat died? It's in a better place now. Besides cats are evil. You've rid yourself of something satanic.

In my own life, I'm actually rather pessimistic.

My rabbit died? Oh my gosh I killed it! Dramatic hair cut? ah! I'm hideous! this was a stupid idea! (although in reality I always have great hair I just forget sometimes) Random nose bleed? cancer! Bad grades? I'm never going to college! My boyfriend dumped me? Oh wait! That's never happened! Cause I've never had a boyfriend! ha ha lol! (no you're not. Whore.)

I'm basically paranoid parrot. Maybe that isn't pessimism. . . . oh well. Point is I'm a lot more inwardly high strung than my outwardly laid back, go with the flow, attitude would tell you.

But in all honest I stick to my original statement. The glass is only half empty when someone steals your milk! Mom!

Praise Allah!

Another thought, because I'm so proud and must share with anyone who will listen! (and you probably all saw it on Facebook anyways, but this seems to be more document. . . able... New word!)

For the first time since I started Jr. High, I have straight A's.

All A's or A-'s. I don't care what the stupid 4.0 students say, an A- is by definition an "A". there is an A in it! IT COUNTS!

I'm ecstatic.

To be or not to be?

Hamlet. Suicide contemplation. Best. Play. Ever.

Today - and mostly yesterday - I've been thinking about art. I know, I know. "again Kate? Really?" didn't we already have this discussion with the claymation issue? shut up! I don't even know why I keep blogging, but I do. . . emotional release I suppose. Stress reliever. A chance to pretend I can write. (Just kidding, I'm a great writer!)

Anyways! Art!

So here is my thought.

Is all great art suffered for? Is it great because someone suffered for it? or is it suffered for because it is great? Think about. I mean really think about it. What does it mean if you do not truly feel something for it. Some great pain or passion for what you create. Would Vincent Van Gogh still have been seen as great if he had not died because of his art? He was not seen as great while he lived. It is his suffering, that you can feel in the art that makes it so wonderful. You do not truly appreciate his paintings until you know and appreciate the man.

Can you really say you created something great if you did not have to sacrifice for it? What does it mean if you do not give up something for it? If you do not sacrifice a little bit of yourself to it, your time, your sanity. Your soul.

All art, all true art, is an expression of the soul (thus I disagree with Plato's theory on the soul, but we won't get into that today.) When an artist creates something they are truly giving a bit of themselves to it. That is sacrifice. If you do not give a bit of yourself to it, or all of yourself, than you do not truly care about it. If you don't truly care about what you are creating, than why create it? To make it great you must have passion and pain for it.

This is my conclusion: Sacrifice and suffering are the two requirements for great art.

So what do I have passion for? What will I give my soul to, to make it breathe? What do I want to bring to life like my own Frankenstein monster?

These are the things I think about when I'm downtrodden and contemplating my own artistry. I blame hormones. . . :)

Also! my last pieces of advice for you is to these two things.

#1: See Rent. If you don't you won't appreciate the next quite as much

#2: look up the sound Louder Than Words from Tick Tick Boom. Get the lyrics too. it makes it better.

You Miserable Vomitus Mass

(How do you spell Vomitus? hmm... Wesley is making up words)

I'm going out of order and with big gaps in between but I don't really care. I just spent my whole day doing homework without more than a fifteen minute break at a time. Blogging is a great way to reward yourself for hard work. Plus, it doesn't make you fat!

So lets go!

Blogger challenge #2: phobias.

Alright, I'm afraid of a lot of things. Serial killers, large predators, pedophiles, my basement, the list can go on and on. But I have two phobias that I find are both irrational and very interesting.

Lets start with the more rational of the two.

I have Acrophobia. For those of you who don't know, that is the fear of heights. I hate heights. In all honesty it isn't as bad as it used to be seeing as how now I can jump off cliffs into lakes but it's still crazy. Whenever I drive in the canyon and get a little too close to a ledge I feel like I'm going to throw up. A horrid scene of the car rolling down into a dark ravine flashes into my head. There's usually a lot of blood involved.

After such horrific imaginings I have to distract myself. "hey look at that tree all the way up there at the top of the mountain! oh wow I love this song! maybe I should paint my nails. Squirrel assasins!" or something of the like.

This fear also leads to my fear of roller coasters. They're evil and frightening. Don't invite me to amusement parks, I'm a bore. I'll go on all the kiddie rides though!

In all honesty I just don't like things high up that I can't control. If I am rock climbing I know that I have my own strength to rely on keeping me up. It's not that great, but it's better than putting all my faith in a machine. If a Ferris wheel crashes I have no chance to survive. I will fall to my untimely doom just like everyone else! Squashed like a bug on the windshield of a sports car going down the free way. (too morbid?) Point is, give me a rock wall, I'll climb it. Put me on a roller coaster I'll probably freak out a little but suck it up. Put me on a Ferris wheel and I will pee myself and cry.

So that's heights. Ready for the next phobia? It is probably the weirdest thing you've ever heard of in your entire life! are you prepared?

I am terrified of. . . . Stop motion animation.

Yeah, I'm serious. Alright "terrified" is an exaggeration, but it freaks me out. When I'm sick I dream in stop-motion. Sometimes when I'm terrified I do too. It's freakin' creepy! I'm not talking like Wallace and Gromit - I love them! Cheese and crackers! - but like Tim Burton's Nightmare Before Christmas or Corpse Bride. There's one scene in the movie The Fall that I can't watch because its stop-motion. (see that movie. It's lovely.) It's just scary. No one moves like that! It's awkward and creepy. It literally makes me sick to my stomach.

Nice thing about my fear is that I have a very good reason of why I'm afraid of it.

I present to you A Claymation Easter.

You: But Kate! It's just a cute little Easter bunny with glasses and and a mustache!

Me: Shut up! You don't call satanic cults that destroy small children's happiness cute! This movie is evil I tell you! E-V-I-L evil!

You: It can't be that bad.

Me: oh yes it can! Have you ever seen a pig dress up as the Easter bunny feed the Easter bunny to a shark kept inside a small barrel? I have! It is creepy and evil and ruined all my hope to ever enjoy a Tim Burton film!

You: You're exaggerating again.

Me: Yes! but that's normal! But I am still right. As a small impressionable child this movie was scarring. If you want to understand my pain I still own this demonic film. I have yet to decide the best way to punish it for it's horrifying content. Please take it away from me and watch it, you'll understand my pain. You probably won't fear claymation, but you aren't a small influential child. Still, you'll see why this fear is in fact rational!

Well friends, that is my blogger challenge on phobias. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm going to go cleanse my psyche with Big Bang Theory.

it. burns. us.

Dear philosophy class,
We got together because I believed you would make me feel smart. Perhaps even get me into college. I had the belief that we would be very happy together all our days! I was horribly mistaken.
What I believed was a sweet intelligent creature turned out to be a ravishing beast that demands human brains as sacrifice! Socrates fueled you in your attempts to destroy the Greeks with your hunger. Even still there are those who worship you and sacrifice the sanity of their students to your gluttony. You are despicable! You've even got Mr. Atwood praising you and shoving his students into your clutches. You are manipulative and cruel to all who attempt to defeat you! no one is neutral to your powers! either they will love you and praise you like an ancient God, or you will devour their sanity and spit them out as simply a shell of what they used to be.
It is for this reason that I have concluded we may no longer be in the relationship previously desired and striven for. I have decided that we must now become mortal enemies and I must defeat you. Not with a sword and fiery passion! but with Apathy. I will survive this class! I will pass this class! and I will leave it unscathed by your wrath!
Sincerely,
Your new found nemesis
Kate

This is the philosophy monster. Hideous isn't it?

This is me. Bravely going to conquer it. I know I'm a true hero aren't I?

Stop inflicting your opinions on the world

This is what Sherlock says about blogging. I must say I agree with him. But I don't really keep a journal and need someway of getting my thoughts down and not on facebook I will continue to inflict all you readers with my opinions. Even though I'm almost certain no one follows my blog religiously or even periodically. But that's really ok because I don't really care if you read this. It's not for you, it's for me. suck it.

But since I'm a curious person by nature I wanted to see whom my audience consisted off. This is what I found:

385 views in America. Yay

Russia has viewed me 7 times. probably trying to see if I'm a threat to their plot to destroy the country. I really don't think I am but who knows maybe they have a time machine that says I will become an American Dictator. That'd be sweet.

Germany has seen this blog 5 times. I assume drunk blogging lead to this.

3 people in Malaysia have looked at my rantings... is it just really boring over there?

2 views from Indonesia and the Netherlands. I hope to become famous in the Netherlands someday. They are historically known to kick ass! William of Orange is great.

Switzerland, Denmark and some place called Moldova have all viewed me once. Does Moldova sound like a country from a Disney film to anyone else? I think they're making this country up. It isn't real!!!!

Well... There you go. I have once again inflicted my opinion on you all, including you fake people from Moldova. you'd better enjoy it!

p.s. While I'm being famous in the Netherlands I'm also going to be like Sherlock Holmes. Socially awkward and totally bad A! ... hmm...maybe I already am.

quiet, calm, peaceful. Isn't it hateful?

Yet another reason Spencer The Don Donaldson is the greatest person I know.

This is the exact conversation we had on facebook today:

Kate: I think we need to hang out. That's all

Spencer: I think we do too. Are you going to watch LOTR with us?

Kate: What? Dude it's at MY house.

S: OOH! well in that case uhhhh nevermind.

K: So i'm pretty sure I'll be there. It's gonna rock

S: I'm stoked. Might even dress up. Maybe possibly. Probably

K: PLEASE! i'll walk around on my knees and have PTSD like Frodo.

S: PTSD?

K: Post traumatic stress disorder

S: hahahahahha that's a good one

K: yeah. Well its easier than saying "The deathly obsession caused by the demonic one ring to rule them all" or DOCCBTDORTRTA

S: hahahahaha Oh man your funny. Not much can get me to actually laugh out loud that's why i never use lol but dang LOL

K: wow. I'm pretty proud of that fact. I will put it in my diary. "I made Spencer LOL today. I'm awesome."

S: hahaha do it! then twenty years from now you can read it and telepathically tell me (cause the internet will be prehistoric by then) about that time you made me LOL and I will LOL again.

K: OMG it'll be totally great.

I love this man. And now you can see why. As if his sweet car and great hair weren't enough, he's just friggin' hilarious.

p.s. I recommend everyone watch the BBC series Sherlock. It's awesome! that is all.

carpe diem

How to Cease the Day:

1. Ace a test!

2. Don't be sick. :)

3. Wear a Godfather t-shirt!

4. Learn how to be pregnant. (Sadly I don't have a picture for this. Lets just say Child Development is a really interesting class)

5. Epic epiphany in the Parker's parking lot!

6. Watch tragic films with hot men.

7. rock out to Queen (and lady ga ga a little bit) while blowing up balloons and baking.

8. fill your shirt with Balloons for breast implants. especially if you're a male.meet Kent he's special. we love him. sometimes.

over all day=ceased!

We're all going to die.

Blogger Challenge day 1:

This is actually the last thing on the list, but since I had nightmares about this very subject this is where I will begin.

The Zombie Apocalypse and my plan for it:

Zombies Vs. Unicorns is a great way to be inspired for this event. (I love this photo!)

(Zombies totally win! No questions asked!)

In the case that you are undead for the zombie plague here are my guidelines: In all Honesty when the zombie plague ravishes the globe (and it will!) I hope to be one of the infected. I want to hunt people down groaning obnoxiously, oozing my brain juice through my ears, and making people of all shapes and sizes crap themselves cause I'm so scary. Doesn't that sound more fun than being chased by the zombies? I think it does.

Step 1: Cheer a little. You get to be a zombie! That's awesome! Just enjoy the moment.

Step 2: Practice your moan. You can't be a good zombie without a zombie moan! and it has to be unique. Other wise the frightened villagers won't be able to tell you apart from the other zombies and you will just be part of the pack. You want to be distinguished as an individual zombie who could, single-handily, send the world into a raving panic. "Brains" is always a good way to start out.

Step 3: If you do not have a loose or missing limb/body part, lose one. It adds to the effect.

Step 4: Find a village to infect and/or terrorize.

Step 5: limp slowly to the village using your signature moan as a prelude to your terror! use a hilltop if you can so they can see you coming and begin their inevitable panic.

Step 6: Proceed to eat the weak and elderly. They won't be very good zombies anyway and you don't want to starve.

Step 7: Leave your zombie infection everywhere you can. Since the plague has not yet taken over I am unaware of how it will spread. You can figure it out and share it with your victims accordingly.

Step 8: avoid the zombie hunters. They are bad ju-ju! Maybe pillage a bullet proof vest/SWAT gear. (a note: please bury me in SWAT gear so I will be prepared for the zombie hunters.)

Step 9: Be awesome! You're a friggin' Zombie! It's not hard.

<------This is my zombie face:

Sadly we won't all be able to become the awesome Zombies. In the case that you are a zombie's preferred dinner, make sure you have each of the following items:

1. Get a gun! This is your number one defense, no matter what.

2. Chain Saw. You can't expect to kick Zombie trash without your chainsaw. Come on.

3. Twinkies. I haven't actually seen Zombieland, but I've heard they're pretty important.

4. You're going to need a fortress. Like an old Pot farm, or abandoned sky scraper. Something easily defended against the infected population.

5. Find a doctor/scientist. If you have one they'll probably find a cure to the Zombie disease while you're out kicking ass.

6. a very attractive member of the opposite sex. If your doctor/scientest dies (or if you shamefully skipped step 5) you're going to need someone to repopulate the earth with. Maybe multiple because odds are some people are gonna die. So get a bunch of your most sexually active friends and start reproducing!

7. LOTS of extra ammo. You're probably out numbered by the zombies so you'll need a lot. don't be above robbing a redneck gun shop. I'm sure they'll understand. Unless they're zombies. Then they'll eat you.

8. Balls and/or nerves of steel. If one of your friends gets infected you're gonna have to get the balls to shoot them in the face so they don't start trying to eat you. I suggest you start growing a pair now before its too late and you chicken out. This could ultimately lead to the destruction of your beginning civilization and we don't want that do we?

9. Get out there and totally own the zombies! (even though secretly they're cooler than you.) Hopefully by the time you're bitten and awaiting your tragic death you'll either have plenty of kids to keep the earth populated, or your scientist friend will have found a cure and you can be saved! So go out there and be AWESOME!

9 3/4. (Emily this is just for you.) Pringles. ;) I'll leave it at that.

I hope you enjoyed my plan for the zombie apocalypse. I hope to see you all there. I'll be the awesome zombie in the front moaning "brains" and cackling manically at my own awesomeness.

Live long and undead! (I should sign all my emails with that.)

challenge accepted

to Emily and my blog followers (all six of you!) I have accepted the blogging challenge heretofore (that seemed like a good word to put a link in) set down by Emily Marie Fiona Juchau.

Starting tomorrow, probably, I will begin said challenge! watch out! your world is about to be rocked!

Art is a lie that enables us to realize the truth.

Pablo Picasso said that. I never understood his art until this week. Now I think it's beautiful.

I love art. All forms of art! I want to die for my art. (like Robert Jodran).

Here is art I love. A quick preview. Please feel free to share your artistic preferences so i

may broaden my horizons.

Van Gogh is probably my favorite. (I took this picture myself)

Michael Angelo is just beautiful. I love renaissance art.

Greek art is wonderful. This is the Nike of Samothrace. Something about it makes me heart sing

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And Picasso. This painting was referenced the book I just read. I fell in love with it.

If anyone dares try to tell you dance is not art, kick them. They have clearly never seen good dance. Make them see a ballet and they will understand. If not they're hopeless.

Obviously I love the art of writing. But that is a different rant for a different day. This is my aesthetic art. Just a taste of it anyway. I love almost any kind of art. At least when I can understand it. I admit to my ignorance. What I do know I love.

If you haven't read My Name is Asher Lev you need to. Its one of those books that will

change your life a little bit. (Why is blogger being stupid today? I don't know. It hates me.) Just

read it.

Just for Kaylynn... cause i'm awful

Dear Kaylynn,

i'm a horrible friend i know. but i thought of you when i saw this.

it's raining men. sort of.

My love life is obsolete.

Want to know why? You're reading my blog so I assume you do. Unless you're just weird, reading this for no good reason and really don't care about what I have to say. If this is the case, please stop reading my blog. You're wasting your time as well as mine.

Here is why I don't have a romantic relationship. Except with Angela. She's pregnant with my child. Don't ask.

I've never been kissed, as I assume most of you know. I don't date much, mostly because boys in high school are Douche Canoes (plug for Emily's blog. again.). I am very ok with this. But recently I have discovered that there are exactly three boys I would date and I can't date any of them.

The first is bachelor is Ben.

The story: We met in U.S. History class last year. Ben is a skater, with curly blonde hair and a great sense of humor. He loves video games and comic books. He's extremely fashionable and, like me, wears bright colored converse.

The problem: Ben is deaf. For some reason unknown to me or the rest of man kind, I'm attracted to men with a missing sense. Ben has a translator, who I also became friends with, that allowed us to communicate in class last year. Since I don't have any classes with him this year I only ever see him in the halls, translator-less. Plus, I do not speak sign

language, at all. Well I can ask for more crackers. Not really very seductive. So that's a no for Ben.

The second bachelor is Spencer Donaldson.

The Story: If you don't know Spencer go to Cami's blog and watch the videos on him. (wow I'm doing a lot of advertising today.) He's the sexy one with the awesome hair. I met Spencer through Chandler. Chandler took me to see his band perform, and I would have flirted outrageously with him then, except I was in a bad mood. Also I can't flirt. It's like the sign language problem. So we didn't get to know each other until Group Therapy. Spencer plays guitar, watches horror movies, and has the cutest dog EVER! I want to be Spencer when I grow up.

The problem: Group Therapy. We aren't allowed to have romantic relationships with anyone in group. Which totally makes sense and I wouldn't break that rule for anything. I respect the group too much. So with that and my flirting retardation, Spencer is eliminated from the list of people I can date.

The third bachelor is Daniel Allanbach.

The story: I don't know how I met Daniel. We just kind of hit it off this year, and got to party at special needs mutual dance together. He's probably the funniest person on the whole planet! It's just a fact. Daniel enjoys the word "Fetus", british accents, making faces at me in philosophy, and laughing.

The problem: Again I'm flirtatiously retarded. If you know Daniel, you can probably figure out why I can't date him. If not, don't worry about it. But he's out of the running for my potential boyfriend. Also he's too cool for me anyway.

Thus we see that all the men I'm attracted to I can't communicate with, am not allowed to date, or are too cool to handle. Seems I'll be single my whole high school career. Oh well.

P.S. I'm supposed to be writing right now. Today my problems are not caused by lack of motivation, but lack of a plot line. I think I shall spend the rest of my evening outlining. Goodie.

If you love nothing where is the joy in your life

I felt like this entire quote was too long for a title. Here is the rest of it: "If you fear nothing than you love nothing, if you love nothing then where is the joy in your life?" Wise words by Sean Connery, playing King Arthur. (He was the only reason that movie was good.)

Today, my best friend Emily said to me, "Your blog would be really good if you used punctuation." I didn't know how to respond to this. She then proceeded to explain how commas are man's real best friend, not dogs. This is good advice. The punctuation, not the comma thing. (but that's true too.) but of course being me, I have to be obnoxious.

So this is me. Using punctuation. This is me: Taking pictures of myself. Using punctuation. I feel this is the funniest face I have ever made. Ever.

Someday Emily will be a great writer/English teacher. Actually, she's already a great writer. She's just not an English teacher yet. She'll be the Mr. Atwood of the English department. And totally kick Mr. Lind's ass. I swore. Does It Offend You Yeah?

I have learned that I am the most unmotivated writer probably ever. Even if I have to pay Emily 5$ every week I don't write. It makes not sense to put the dollar sign before the number. No one says "Dollar Five." Just saying. p.s these italics... suddenly became my ADD thoughts; like a second personality. I don't think I ever use semi-colons properly. Something needs to change. I don't know what, but something does.

Right now for this I-will-write-no-matter-how-unmotivated plan, I'm going to rewrite my Cello story only write it through the cello's point of view. Who knows, maybe I'll get a scholarship for it? Who thought a fifteen minute conversation with a homeless man could affect me so much?

Well. . . That's pretty much all I have to say. No exciting stories to tell. No celebrity look alike, or bright green truck. No cute romantic rant. Except that I'm proud to say "I believe in love!"

Also, "Cardigan" is my favorite word this week. I often compliment women on their cardigans, not only because they are cute and fashionable, but because I like to say it. Thank you Old Navy for teaching me that word. It was one of the few things you ever did for me.

with friends like these who needs enemies?

How to Make Great Friends in two easy steps.

By Katelyn Jeane Winward & Nicole Hunter Beighley

( it's bee-g-lee, not bay-lee. It doesn't bother her, but it bothers me.)

Step 1: Watch a movie. (I suggest The Holiday with Jacky Black, Jude Law, Cameran Diaz, and Kate Winslet.)

Step 2: Fart on one another.

Follow these steps exactly, and pretty soon you'll have a friendship to last through the ages!

"I'm not undoing your broaches while I'm driving!"

"Eat the cookie!"

one step bellow obsession, passion... this is obsession.

Let me explain to you Wheel of Time The Shadow Rising, from how I see it forty pages from the end, and barley able to function because my brain is on wheel of time overload. Lets go character by character. italics are my thoughts on them.

Rand: "I'm awkwardly flirting with Avienda even though I'm in love with Min AND Elayne! I have the weirdest love life since the guy from sister-wives!" Where do you come up with this Robert Jordan? I think he just had three awesome love interests and couldn't pick one and decided "love ALL the girls!" (yeah I made a meme reference inside a WOT rant. problem?) "i'm also losing my mind and going to do something crazy that no one knows that will ultimately piss EVERYONE off cause that's how i roll."

Min: i just saved the stilled Amyrlin and Keeper of the Chronicles and we're apparently teaming up with Logain. Kick-ass? i think I am. oh! and I can wear pants again! I'm proud to call her my WOT counter part.

Perrin: Piss of ALL the whitecloaks. after totally owning the trollocs! Not to mention i got married and get to sleep with my wife! too bad she's the daughter of the worlds best general and I'll probably pee myself when i meet him. Its normal. Also Gaul and Chiad are randomly in love... no one knows. Who cares? I'm awesome! Yeah.... I'm prejudice with these characters... its fine. i love perrin.

Mat: Damn you Rand! I'm leaving. P.s. I just got so much cooler with my hat and speare and anti-aes sedai necklace! Mat wins... always. No matter what.

Nynave/Elayne: TAKE THAT MOGHEDIAN! We are so much cooler than all the black ajah and more powerful than a forsaken! we rock! Even though they both still bother me. Elayne is a baby and obsessed with Rand. Nynave needs to get her head out of her butt and love Lan.

Egwene: DREAMWALKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rand? what? its normal.

I probably could have finished the book by now. But no, i had to rant in blog form... i have a serious problem. probably none of this is coherent... because i'm tired. and no one knows why! Robert Jordan is taking over my brain! *twitch twitch*

Foiled again!

I was so close! Cami left her blog signed in on my computer again and I was going to post an awesome picture of a dinosaur on it, but then my computer froze and logged out! This must be how all the old school villains feel when the hero swoops in and ties them up. Now I just need a twirly mustache.

Well I took all the effort to draw that Dinosaur, he deserves to be shared.

I think I'll name him Rupert.