Writer's Block: Desert Island Time
You're packing your bag for that magical desert island that happens to have electricity, a TV, and a DVD player—what five DVDs do you take with you?
Well, that's pretty simple.

Four Brothers: Because I can't live without Mark Walhberg and Garrett Hedlund.
Sky High: Because I enjoy it every time I watch it.
Holes: Same reason as Sky High.
Rocky Horror Picture Show: Because I need a good laugh and some cheesy 70s stuff.
The Lost Boys: Because I need some horror in my daily routine.


Writer's Block: If Animals Could Talk
If you could ask your pet any question (and they could answer you), what would it be?
Fritz: Do you plan on being this cute and lovable forever, even when you are 13 years old?

Daisy: Why did you get so funny all of a sudden?

Mama: Do you see everything in a cross-eyed mode?

Homer: Did you feel the pain as mama tried to stuff you under the door... meaning that she banged your head against the door?

Writer's Block: AKA
What's the story behind your username?
That's a good question, because I have had this name for many years and don't remember. I first used it for Fanfiction, and it just stuck. It's basically just another way to spell the french word for 'cute' which is mignon. I guess it just came from there.

Oddly enough, I have been seeing my name pop up all over the place. It's weird. At first, it was never used (I checked in google when I first put it in), now a lot of people are using it (just put it in google yesterday, and it's not even funny at how many people are using it)! Talk about originality. =/ I couldn't even use it on playlist.com because someone already had it. Grr...


School Posting
I am at school in the library with nothing to do. There's no one to talk to because everyone else in class, while I'm stuck here for not playing P.E. I'm excused at the moment for respiratory problems, known as Asthma. It totally sucks, but yet I'm glad because apparently the gym teachers are going crazy lately with us having to do 100 crunches, 50 push-ups, and other crazy things people do.

Eh. Going to leave now. Maybe I'll start with homework. There's nothing else to do.

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Rant 2/24/09
 Yeah, so today's Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday, the day before fasting for 40 days, the day horny guys can go to the French Quartier (or however it's spelt) and see free boobs.

It wasn't so fun for me. Instead, I am trying my best not to kill someone.

Okay, not kill. That's too extreme.

I want to punch someone. Anyone. Okay, maybe someone who's on my nerves (which is a lot of people).

I just need to rant, because my day fucking sucked.

So, I'll explain who I am first, just so it's easier to understand. You see, I'm quiet. I don't talk. I don't want to talk. I don't walk to talk in school because I feel like it's a waste of my breath. I don't like the kids there, because they're only snotty brats who think their shit don't stink, and if they talk to me, they think they've sunked into a pile of shit or something.

But don't they like the smell of it?

So, I'm basically ignored, but I don't mind it. Why? Because I notice how people act. I notice how they're so nice to their BFF for life, then they stab them in the back, then blame the problem on someone else. The teenagers also have to dumb themselves down just to be liked. I mean, WTF? Looking like a complete imbecile is cool? Why? It makes you look like a 2nd grader in a 16 year olds body. How is that attractive at all.

So yeah, I'm a nobody, and they make sure of that.

So, I just came home from work today, and I'm treated the same way too. I mean, I try to be nice to people, you know that word that teenagers don't know... um... RESPECT? They either pushed me out of the way, pushed me out of the way, pushed me out of the way, or stand in my way when I said 'excuse me'. 

Then at the end, I was almost the last one done, while everyone else was finished. Did they help me, no! Why? Because they'd rather stand around and do nothing and stay there longer, or they would rather help their friends who are basically done and don't need help.

One of my coaches told one of them to help me, but all they did was put napkins on the table. NAPKINS! I had silverware that needed to be cleaned, dishes that were needed, but no, because they were too lazy they didn't want to do it, for me. Five minutes later, the same person helped her friend with everything. I was like: WTF?

Then two other people, one of my friends who finished and one of his friends. Then once he went to get something for my table, his friend just walked away to talk to someone else and never came back.

Is it just me or something that notices this? I mean, I don't want to sound whiny, but c'mon. It's common sense that if someone's slow, then you help them to leave faster.

 I came back from work, and I'm uber tired. I swear, being a waitress is not fun (but it pays well). I'm surprised that I don't have anything on my mind that I don't want to discuss. I think my brain has turned to mush, and I have to do a History and English research paper that I was supposed to be doing this past week, but I haven't.

An outline for English is due Wednesday.

The opening paragraph for the History is due Tuesday.

That's why procrastination is bad. You do a poor job at what you're supposed to be doing, then you basically fuck up and get a lower grade. Then the teacher doesn't want to take you seriously.

It happened to me once before.

Eh, I'll leave for now, seeing as how I'm trying to watch Holes, but I don't want to get up and fix my DVD player.

Huzzah for pure laziness. x_x

Writer's Block: Fearsome
The boogeyman, global thermonuclear war, being forced to eat broccoli—there's a lot to be afraid of when you're a kid. What was your biggest childhood fear?
Chucky from Child's Play.

I mean, WTF? Who would use a doll as a killer. Who would think of that. Why would you use the Good Guy Doll, too?!?! Okay, at first I wasn't afraid of this red haired monster. I remember that my mom taped the Goonies on HBO, then Child's Play was next. I was actually excited when the Goonies was over and it was time for Chucky!

I don't even know how I became afraid of him. I just...did. I mean, little girl who liked dolls... Sick.

(Isn't that the creepiest thing ever?! I mean, a doll at comes, can jump you, can kill you! Maybe it's just me...)

Funny thing though, ever since Bride of Chucky, I think he's the coolest thing ever. Maybe because he's all ripped up and discombobulated? I don't know...

Writer's Block: Sounds Good to Me
Persnickety, flibbertigibbet, lollygag—some words are just more fun to say. What's your favorite word?

Writer's Block: Jackpot
If you won the lottery, what would you do with your newfound riches?
That is a really good question actually. I mean, me + a lot of money always equaled trouble in my mind. Honestly, I would have no clue what to do with it! I mean, I'd get a car, then use the rest of it for college money. Whatever I used left over, I would buy a decent size house, you know, an affordable one. Then again, why are we doing the lottery when we're in a recession? Know what I mean?

Ah, stop me before I continue to ramble.

Fanfiction Blurb
 I truly don't get it. I don't understand why author's have to take a character and completely morph them into something they're not. I don't get why they just have to make a Mary Sue, and claim that it's just not. I mean, I'm writing an OC myself, but I'm staying true to the original story. Hell, she isn't even an OC, if you think about it...

I don't get why people have to ryght lyk dis!11!!1 either. I mean, WTF? There's a fine line between literature and chatspeak. Actually, there isn't a line. They're complete and polar opposites. Same with not capitalizing those I's, dotting those sentences, and clamping everything together! I click on an interesting story, and I get this:

Jezzebell walked down the hallway of Sky High. "Hey, Warren!" she shrieked, pushing past the other freshmen. the beautiful girl with long, black hair and with a killer body ran up to Waren Piece. "What do u want?" he asked chillfully. "Don't get me attitude," she snapped, pushing her blonde hair out of he eyes. "Leave me alone, you Sue!" Warrn yelled and ran away from the fat slob.

I mean, obviously that didn't come from someone. I'm not that mean to copy and paste something. Though, people write like that, and they expect nice reviews. Then again, young author's have a tendency to do that. Give their OC weird names, give the OC an awesome body, spell main character's names wrong, then completely forget and change the appearance of their OC halfway through the chapter!

I mean, WTF?

*Sighs* I'm mean, I did the same exact thing. I butchered The Outsiders when I was 13 years old. I wrote that a bunch of witches moved to Tulsa, all with multicolored streaks in their hair and unbelievable names, but I wasn't that bad. Ugh, don't remind me of the time I wrote about all the boys being vampires, then a girl named Anna Molly moved to town. (Damn you, Incubus!)

Did I miss out on a craze?

I'm just too opinionated. I should just become a flamer to make people cry.

Oh look, Troy is on! Woot. Here I come Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom, Eric Bana, and Garrett Hedlund!



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