By request: Semi-formal, a recounting.

My lovely brother (long story, but she is and always has been a girl both body and soul) Bika-chu has suggested that I recount to you all the story of my school semi-formal. So, here it is, from the point of view of... well, me.

The night started off with everyones grand entrance to the... well, it was the parking lot really. Exclamations rang out, compliments bouncing around. The theme: Mardi Gras, so many were wearing splendid masks covered in glitter and sparkles. I believe every girl was in a dress, and some of the guys bothered to wear dress pants... some did not. Me? I was dressed in a gold strapless dress. I was told that I looked naked from a distance, but I still like that dress.

The music started at around 7:30, the DJ playing both the same old pop songs we've been hearing since 7th grade and some fun new ones and classics (I recall hearing YMCA as well as Single Ladies). I payed little attention to the music however, flocking to the food with my friends. Chocolate covered strawberries were devoured at lightning speed. I had a piece of pie (that I later discovered dripped on my dress) and I watched my date, Nico, devour 7 small egg shaped white chocolate cakes.

Outside, it was cold but still light out for a little while. Out there, I was able to talk Nico into dancing with me to a slow song we could hear from the dance floor. Mostly, people were just talking outside and I believe I saw some people attempt to play basketball for a short time. Some of the girls were gathered together to take a picture just before the last of the daylight faded away. This is pictured below.

Picture taken on Angelynn Jose's camera that was held by Alex Salcedo.

And, as we must do at every dance I attend, we played truth or dare. Pretty uneventful unless you care to see my screaming into hats in front of teachers, find out how often guys have sex with themselves, or have some sick desire to see me kissing my boyfriend. Really, I hope you have desires for none of the above. Truth or dare eventually faded into a game of Shoot, Shag, Marry, and later shifted back. Sadly, there were no proposals of marriage this year.

At some point, I was inside and got ripped off for a very crappy "prom" photo that looks both beautiful and incredibly awkward at the same time. A cropped version of this can be seen below.

I beg you not to make fun of this picture more than I do... or comment on why his tie is undone. It's a long story.

The rest of my night was spent shivering outside at a table, clinging to Nico for warmth and cursing myself for not wearing tights. The table covering was torn to pieces, decorative Silly Bands were flung around and/or broken, and some people continued to dance. Speaking of dancing, everyone on the dance floor were at one point seen line dancing (or possibly trying to communicate with the home planet).

For personal reasons, I would say the night was pretty epic. Everyone had different reasons to enjoy the night, everyone loving the excuse to have a big party together. Dances were had, saliva was exchanged (or so I am told ;3), shoes were discarded, cakes were eaten, pictures were taken. Monday evening and I am still dying to go back to Saturday night and relive this night again.

"We can dance until we die, you and I will be young forever. You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream the way you turn me on." - Teenage Dream by Katy Perry.

Random moments of brilliance: often contain bacon

http://youtu.be/k3DAjQhChRs The Bacon Song. This should be my theme song.

Okay, so I love bacon. I love bacon like... like a... like a pirate loves liquor (sure, that'll work). While celebrating my mom today, I got the chance to experience the wonder of bacon flapjacks with a side of bacon and a Bacon Sundae. In fact, I loved that bacon sundae so much that I said I want to marry it. My parents were not surprised that I would leave my boyfriend for bacon. I told them no, I would not leave him, but he must except that my love would be shared between him and that bacon sundae.

I hope you all had a wonderful, possibly bacon-filled, mothers day. To all you moms: Thanks for, you know, giving us life.

English Assignment: Sci-fi

The two men stepped out of the spaceship, feet clinking on the hard metal, the looks of nervousness on their faces turning to pure horror as they saw the creatures in front of them. One man leaned over to the other, never taking his eyes away from the 4 hideous creatures in front of them.

“Commander, what are they?” he whispered to his companion. He got no reply from his unblinking Commander who seemed currently incapable of speech. Neither of them seemed to be able to look away.

The creatures in front of them were a strange, disgusting looking species of unknown decent. Most of them looked pale pink, fleshy in a strong but almost gelatinous way, and they had long strands of what looked to be tiny, thin strips of fabric coming out of their head cavities. A few of them looked liked they had been burnt, whole bodies thrown into the fire until their skin had turned shades darker. Their eyes seemed perfectly round, but scared looking and as though they may pop out of the creatures heads at any moment. Their mouths, a mere line with extra flesh surrounding it.

The two men from the spaceship had never seen anything so horrible looking.

“T-these hideous creatures...” the Commander finally made out. “What are they, Private?”

“I don’t know,” Private replied. “Do you think they understand what we are saying?”

“I have no idea.”

~

The “creatures” stood staring at the men coming out of the flying metal contraption, mouths agape as they witnessed before them something unlike anything they had seen before.

“Dude, what are they?” One of the creatures said to the other. “And why are they so UGLY?”

“Ssh, Dylan,” another whispered to him, still staring at the creatures. “If we understand what they are saying, chances are they understand us too.”

“That’s another thing! How do they have the right to call us ugly when just looking at them is making me want to puke!” Dylan complained loudly. The others turned to him and shushed him in unison, leaving his question unanswered. They didn’t have an answer to give anyway. 

~

The Private, in a moment of bravery, took a small step towards the creatures and moved to extend his hand. As soon as he moved in arm though, every one of the creatures pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. He froze, looking back in terror at his Commander for help.

The Commander, shaken out of his stupor by seeing his Private in danger, had already pulled out a gun as well and had it pointed to the creatures in front of them. He was staring deep into one of the creatures eyes, both of them daring the other to shoot. Nobody moved, the shaking Private stuck in between the two grounds, arm half way raised and scared to move.

~

“Nobody shoot,” the creature at the front told the others. “If we shoot first, we’ll be the reason for the start of an intergalactic war.”

“Man, I really think I’m going to be sick,” Dylan whimpered.

“Shut up,” the others replied.

~

“Private, back up,” the Commander ordered.

“W-wahhhh?” the Private yelled, still trying not to move.

“I said get back here!” he barked. “We’re leaving this creepy-ass place!”

“Watch your language,  Commander,” the creature in front sneered from behind the point of her gun.

The side of the Commander’s mouth curled up into a smirk. “So you do talk, eh?”

“No more or less than you do,” came the creatures reply.

“Well, I think we’ll be leaving before one of you... things shoots the head off of my Private.”

“Well, the things wish you a safe journey,” she replied, rolling her eyes, not yet lowering her gun.

Private quickly scurried back into the ship after a approving nod was given to him both by his Commander and the creature pointing a gun at him. The Commander, gun still pointed at the female creature in the front, slowly backed into the ship behind him and shut the door, only lowing his gun once the creatures and disappeared from sight and the spaceship was shooting away from the planet.

“God, those things were disgusting.” The Commander grimaced and sat down heavily on a metal bench of the ship, laying his head in his hands.

“Yes, they were, Sir,” replied the still shaken Private. “I don’t know why, but that one they called ‘Dylan’ seemed vaguely familiar.”

“Yeah, that was weird.”

Allen Walker

"Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia."- Looking for Alaska by John Green.

Replying to your comments

All the following are my replies to the comments I got on my "Google Answers" series.

LOL, the gayness of our idols affects the nature of our fandom for them! Even though in reality, we never had, have, or will have a chance. Pathetic but... practical in a way. As for Dumbledore, it's probably just a clarifying thing. "Hey, Holly told me Dumbledore was gay. Imma google it just in case she's messing with me." -Becca
Becca, do you have any idea how many celebrity guys are openly gay and still have hoards of fan girls who claim to want to have their children? A lot. There are also a lot of straight celebrities forced into gay fantasies by males and females alike (I'm looking at you, yaoi fans). And Bikachu, I do not mess around when it comes to Harry Potter. On another note, thanks for being a commenter for so long. It makes me so happy every time I see a new comment from you. Please continue! Haha.


Disc golf sounds fun. You should do another one of these. :D -Angie
Done and done. I hope you enjoyed the Google answers. I'd love it if you would tell me what you want to see more of. It would give me ideas for more posts.


Lol I learned something today! I didn't know Dumbledore was gay I just thought he was a Pedo. -Benjamin
I don't like Ben. He pushed me off a desk the other day. He confused some random GUY for me today. Ben, are you trying to make me dislike you? You know what, as a punishment for considering Dumbledore to be a pedophile, I am sending Pedobear to your house. You won't know when he will get there, and you won't know how, but he will be there. Most likely while you're in the shower. Actually, that sounds disturbing. I take that back. But I don't like you at all right now. Oh, wait... you helped me move. Nevermind, I like you again. Just don't call wonderful, innocent, amazing, beautiful characters pedophiles again.


I love the answer to the first question XD. LOL @ the pancake picture. :D -Angee
Haha, thanks! And yes, pancake orgy FTW.


"You are so hot you are losing brain cells." Why, thank you! -Sarah Palmer
Your welcome, sexy. Haha. Just joking around. Or am I? No, seriously, I am joking. I don't roll that way. I mean, you probably are sexy, but not to me. I mean... oh, I'm just going to shut up now. You know what I mean.

xkcd.com

I need to stop thinking

As always, my mind is my own worst enemy.

My mind always seems to be thinking about a million things at once, or worse, one thing specifically. I end up thinking about things I shouldn't, bad things that could happen or interpretations on things that are entirely wrong, and I always end up feeling like crap because of it. I often read to much into the actions of people, figure out double meanings of text, or try to understand peoples emotions and get it all wrong. I need to be saved from my own mind, which is maybe why I write.

I use these emotions I have stirred up or created inside myself and fuel it into a story. I make it how the character feels, what the tone is, or just write in general to distract myself from my own thoughts. Sometimes I write characters doing the things I would rather be doing or in a better mood then I am because it gets me into a better state of mind. Actually, everything I am writing right now was floating in my mind scrapping at the walls of my skull, trying to fight their way out. I'm writing this to set them free, remove these feelings from my person, and distract myself from the clawing at my heart and mind created by my own thoughts and the existance of the universe.

I pray that all of you are able to survive their own thoughts better than I can... and the zombie apocalypse.

"We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves. "- Buddha