I AM SO EXCITED!! YAY!

Okay, so my dad went into a music store in Ottawa today because he wanted to buy another toy. He did end up coming back with it today too. It's an electric drumset. Oh, joy. It's exactly like the one he had, only it's a lot more electronic, and of course, electronic. I suppose it's pretty cool. But that's not the point of the story and my excitement. My faja brought me home a pair of FINGER CYMBALS!! That's right, finger cymbals. For those of you who don't know, I've had a slight obsession with finger cymbals since last year, around the spatula incident. For those of you who don't know the spatula incident, then well...I'm not going to explain it to you. It just involved hysterics and a broken spatula...

So now I'm really excited. So excited that I feel like writing in CAPITALS FOR THE REST OF THE ENTRY!! OH YEAH. NOW IT SEEMS LIKE I'M WRITING A BIG FLAME. EXCEPT I'M HAPPY AND NOT ANGRY, SO IT'S MORE OF A HAPPY SPARK. LIKE THE ONES WHO PROMISE TO SHARE AND BE A FRIEND.

Hee hee! I know I stopped, but right now I'm trying to pick a font for an icon, and I came across the funniest one. It's called "Heartless Valium Whore." No joke. Seriously. I'm going to use that as a comeback. Okay, so I'm only going to use it against Devon, because he called me a "dirty pirate hooker". I told him he watched too much "Dodgeball" with Ben Stiller. Even though it's a funny movie...

Here's an icon I made, because I was so incredibly bored. Yes, that scary picture is me. And yes, I took it myself when I was home alone.


It's like Ali Warhol. Tee hee.

Hey, it's not as scary as Ryan in the funny Festival picture.

I have to go now...I have to um...be eaten by carnivorous bed bugs.

Isn't that a cool video? Now I want to learn Finnish. And now I'm advising you to fill up my post and mailbox with things you need to complain about. Really. Not joking. Just complain. I'm tired of getting spam (not the food) and I would rather have complaints than spam telling me how I can get a robot to rob a bank. No really. Seriously.

For example:
We are we turning into a concrete suburban hell. University tuition is too expensive. French words have genders. My alarm never wakes me up in the morning. My computer hates me. I have a crappy song stuck in my head. There’s too much pollution. A Wal*Mart is about to ruin the town I live in. My pencils always run out of lead. My clock is off by ten minutes. The amount of junk mail I get a week would fill a forest. When you buy furniture the instructions are Swedish. There’s always a tall man in front of me at the theatre. I can never find a clean pair of socks. People underestimate me because of my height. We waste too much water. People don't pick up their dog poo. Students don't get paid enough. I can never find a tissue when I'm about to sneeze. Our town is culturally deprived.

I better stop. I could go on forever. It feels good just to get it out. Maybe it's because I've worked in Customer Service all day, and I had a particularly crusty customer? I'm never going to do anything about it because I'm too lazy, but it feels good. Except for the pencils one. I'll do that.

(*For the record, I'm eternally grateful for everything I have or am provided, this is in no way a "Oh my god, my life sucks! Everyone pity me! I'm so sad and you should pay attention to me even though there are those worse of then me.)

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

Thought this was neat after reading fenellaevangela's entry. The explanation was too good not to share a bit.

You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!

"King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other's language."

"The following month saw you suffer an exorcism, beg your friends to kill you, go into hyperactive fits of gaiety, run through your rooms to the point of exhaustion, hide from imaginary assassins, claim your name was Georges, deny that you were King and fail to recognise your family."

"You smashed furniture and wet yourself at regular intervals. Passing briefly into erratic genius, you believed yourself to be made of glass and demanded iron rods in your attire to prevent you breaking."

"Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges."

Quite the slice of Apple Pie there, huh?

I figured I'd update, since I haven't in a while. A while being almost four month, but meh.



That was a fun quiz. My favourite part was the question about how violent you are. I answered "I routinely assault the elderly and indigent." because it made me laugh.

So that was a pretty cool quiz. I really need to do more of those. I don't really know why, but it seems kind of cool to have a whole bunch of different names for different scenarios. And, seeing as though I don't have a nickname... Well, just kidding about the last part. I don't know if I want to be known as Iron Anne Kidd.

I've done absolutely nothing today. I read a little, watched a little telly, but I mostly surfed the internet.

Watch this. It’s soooo cool! It's a scene from a children's show called Kinderen voor Kinderen. (It means children for children in Dutch). The song is called Twee Vaders. It means “two fathers” for all of you that don’t know Dutch. So that pretty much means anyone... Don't panic, there are are English subtitles. Besides, Dutch is very close to English in some cases, so it's not too complicated to understand.



Wasn’t that neat? It's the coolest thing on the face of the planet. The kids have dyed hair and mohawks. They're all little hippy kids. I think the show is amazing because North American television broadcasters would never take the risk to create a show like that. The Dutch are so much more open than we are here. I mean, practically anything’s legal there... The only problem is that they don’t have Kraft Dinner. When Freek (pronounced Frake, kind of like brake with an F) our exchange student came to our house, I managed to get him addicted to Kraft Dinner. That’s what we both wanted to eat every night for the entire three months. It was great. We shipped him like twenty boxes when he got home. I can’t imagine living without Kraft Dinner.

So, how has everyone’s semester been? Mine’s been good. Too good. I don’t want next semester to come. Ugh. Grade 12 Bio, Chemistry, English and Physics. I miss drama!! I wish there was another class where the teacher could turn off the lights and tell us a story to put us to sleep. Or another class where Fiona could act as a human pillow and we all just sit and make up funny stories. Ah well.


This is what happens when your Mum still makes your lunch for you.

I have to go...I have to listen to German Peace Songs written during the Cold War along to backtracks of eighties techno. 99 Luftballons, Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont I think that’s right. Maybe I should google it. I don’t speak German very well. Actually I don’t speak it at all.

Well, one more thanksgiving is over and I'm still full. To all thoses that remember me talking about the mush last year, it's nowhere to be found. I had tofu nuggets. I guess it was still funny though. Imagine having chicken nuggets on Thanksgiving. I liked it. And I liked the pie. I love pie. Pie, pie, pie. I love pie. Okay. Now that I've dedicated three whole sentences to pie, I should move on. It was apple pie, and it was good. Good in my belly. In my stummy. Moooooving on. Ha. I sound like a cow. Anyway, I didn't do anything real exciting for Thanksgiving. I went to friggin' Brigadoon for Thanksgiving dinner. I worked Saturday and Sunday. I saw Lyndsey in the store. I was way up on the balcony, and she was facing backwards, so I looked at her shoes. Sure enough, what was she wearing? Her crocs. Of course. Then I knew it was her. Unless there's someone who looks identical to Lyndsey and owns a pair of crocs.

So I'm sitting at my pooter, typing away. I'm chewing on a guitar pick. I don't know why. I just am. I haven't been one to chew on random things, but mah. I almost choked on the guitar pick, and while I thought I was choking, I almost put a disk in the drive upside down. That wouldn't have been good. For some reason I'm still chewing on the pick. Now, I think I'm going to take it out because it tastes funny. Probably because it was sitting on my desk. Well, that was kind of embarassing, reading what I just wrote. Now everyone can read about the stupid things I do when I'm at home alone. I think it's only today because I'm kind of hyper. Maybe because I demolished an entire pie. I'm like that squirrel on the movie Hoodwinked, but instead of feeding me coffee to get super hyper, you give me pie. Coffee would probably work too. Now that I think of it, I don't really need a stimulant.

Todays I was rummaging around the files on my desktop, (okay, I don't think you can rummage around, more like click random icons and hope for the best) when I came across a file of a conversation Fiona and I had on MSN. I don't even know how it got there. It probably just saves and then you don't even know it's there. You little buggers, may the computer god smite you. I was reading the conversations (conversations people, not "convos" I hate it when people say that. "I know. Like OMG, in the convo last night..." Let me stab you in the eye socket with a rusty screwdriver. Okay, that was a bit graphic... EWWW!! MENTAL PICTURES! AH! THINK OF ENGLAND!*) and I found myself utterly perplexed on how these two people could ever be capable of learning the English language. Well, maybe not to that extent. It just proves we don't have a life.

( Pie! Pie! Pie! Actually it doesn't have anything to do with pie. It talks about sugar and the Netherlands though... )

*The whole "Think of England" has a backstory. I wasn't actually just randomly picking an interest to think about. The story is too long to post here, so if you feel like knowing a little tidbit of information that surely you can use later, inquire with me in the music room. Actually, I lied. Twice. I said the story is too long. It's not really, I just don't feel like writing it, and it probably won't be useful, ever.

Well, I'm posting now! I'm all excited because Kaylea left me a comment! Yay! I'm all excited, I seriously thought she was dead. Honest to God...

Well anyways, today was fun. Like all other fun days because of drama. It's fun. I can be myself and fit in. It's like a room full of Alisons. You're all cringing in your spinny chairs. But anyways, we get to go perform for elementary schools on Tuesday and Wednesday. That's pretty fun. I get to sing about socks. SOCKS! SOCKS! WONDERFUL SOCKS! I'M NEVER GOING TO TAKE THEM OFF! So, yeah...that's been stuck in my head all week. And in everybody else's...ha ha.

Did you know that today was National Hug A Vegetarian Day! I didn't know until I walked out of the school on my way to the bus and got hugged. I thought that was neat. I know some of you *cough* Kyle *cough* think vegetarianism is ridiculous, but I don't care. I will accept virtual hugs though. I like virtual hugs. And virtual cookies. You don't have to hug me though. Jeez.

Now back to the word of the day. The word of the day is...dum dum dumm. (Insert drum roll.)

I said INSERT DRUM ROLL! DO IT! NOW!

YOU'RE NOT ROLLING! ROLL HARDER!

Okay, here it is.

Or not.

toxin: a poison produced by a micro-organism or other organism and acting as an antigen in the body

Okay, so it wasn't exactly the toxin I was thinking of, but still.

Did you guys know that a turtle can breathe through its butt? How cool is that. I think I know some people like that...but we won't go there.

So, I think that's the end of my ramble. I didn't even really finish it, but I'll end it for your sake.

I have to go...I have to umm...clean my room. Actually, I do. I found a glass of milk under all the rubbish on my desk. The milk in the glass didn't move. I even poked it and it was hard. It's so gross. For those of you who thinks I'm a pig, it's only been there for two days. And to tell you the truth, I didn't even know I had a glass of milk.

Well, I figured I should update, since I haven't in a long time. So, it's probably going to be a load of crap. I mean a load of unwanted, unnecessary rambling. Well actually, it probably won't be a big load, it will probably be like a little load.

Nothing big really happened today. In French, we watched Pearl Harbour. In drama we had to do an improv with three random items. My group got a swimming pool, a giant panda and froot loops. I used the line, 'OH MY GOD!? DOES ANYONE HAVE A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!? BECAUSE YOU'RE PANTS ARE ON FIRE!' But the girl I was talking to in the scene didn't get it. Honestly, people! Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire. Your pants are on fire, if you're lying. Be gob and be jabbers, get with the program.

And now like every Sesame Street show, I'm going to talk about the letter of the day. Today's letter of the day is C. Do you know any words that begin with C? Well, if you do, you are wrong. The only word that I will accept is the word of the day. Can anyone guess it? No, you can't. You're wrong. Today's word of the day is:

Carrion: the decaying flesh of dead animals.

And that's all for today. If I had something to write about, it might not be so lame and disgusting.

C is for Carrion...no maybe I shouldn't. That's just wrong.

Gary, Indiana. Gary, Indiana. Gary, Indiana, not Loueetheeana... MAHA!

Hello everyone. Or no one. Anyways, I need your help. I have to make a list of my ten favourite fictional characters. So please help me! Maha. Make as many suggestions as possible. And they have to be legit. By legit I mean that they have to provide a result on google. It's urgent or I will get beaten by Jibba the Hut. No, not beaten. She might even wallop me!

I already have three for sure, Scar (from The Lion King), Vicky Pollard (from Little Britain), and Roy McCooney (from Little Britain). I just can't decide what characters I want for what books, because I'm only allowed ten. Some books I just have trouble choosing exactly what characters. They can be from movies and television too! Help me. Please. I'm on my metaphorical knees.

I'm tired and far too high on advil (for a headache) and eighties music to write a decent entry. So here's the crappiest update anyone's ever seen. I'm only writing this because I think it's sad that I haven't written in almost three weeks. I haven't even been that busy. Just lazy. So now I'm going to amaze you with Alison's word of the day.

euthanasia: noun the painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable disease or in an irreversible coma.

So yeah. There you go. The lamest word of the day ever. See everybody on Tuesday! Everyone in band we have practice Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday after school to prepare for the 100 Years of Education thing Mr. Mills was talking about in June. See you at school. Or at the grocery store tomorrow night if you forget to buy stuff for school. Mmm...pudding.

I have to go...I have to go sharpen my knife set. It's kind of funny, because I do have a knife set. It's under my bed. I don't even know why my parents let me pick it in that draw... Of course, I'm not allowed to use it. Just look at it. I don't know what I'd use it for anyway. I could use the meat cleaver to wield at people that are trying to egg my house on Halloween. I even got permission from my sister.

Does anyone notice it's getting quieter around Live Journal? Well at least the section where the band members from CPHS dominate. That tiny little speck in the mass of jarbled ansty teenage ramblings. Well, I, nor anyone I know, writes ansty ramblings, but you get the picture out there. Those select groups who wear eyeliner (I don't even wear eyeliner), listen to screamy music (what else would it be called?), and cry themselves to sleep (what about loud manical laughter?). Personally, if I had a problem, I would just attack it with a scewdriver. Maybe not. But imagining it looks like fun.

I went to see a movie on Friday. Personally, I just went there for the Frostee, and to get out of the house. We were going to see some movie, but we were too late, so we ended up going see John Tucker Must Die at around 10'ish at night. The place was packed. I mean packed. Right down to the two couples and my friend, Becky and I. Yep. There was only six people in the entire theatre, including us. Anyways, the movie was okay. My favourite part was when the mother, played by Jenny McCarthy, was washing the dishes, and I was like, "Hey Becky, she's got your dishes." And she did.

Maybe I should get on with my ramblings...This one's for Kaylea. Today a man went through my cash with orange Crocs! See, Kaylea has an obsession with Crocs. She, herself, owns a green pair. But the pair this man was wearing was BRIGHT orange. Like neon. So, I thought to myself, we should support men who have enough courage to wear neon orange Crocs. It takes a lot of guts.


It takes so much courage, that I made a picture.

I had another man go through my cash a couple of weeks ago and he looked a lot like David Thewlis. He was so eerily similar it was...er...eery. Well, minus the accent. So bonus points to whoever can name a movie he's been in, along with his characters name. And no cheating. No googling him. I'll be watching. I know where you live. And I also know that you don't lock the third window from the left. I will hunt you down with my screwdriver. I swear to the orangey goodness of an IRN BRU.

Well, I have to go. I have to...go find a really rusty looking screwdriver.