A study of currency and hibernation amongst teens.

This, as a lighter note to my earlier, incredibly depressing blog post, will be filled with good news andinformation. First, on the home front, we found a place! 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and a secure attic. I'm telling you, one thing I will NOT miss is the raccoons in the attic. It also happens to be 4 blocks away from my school, which means no more 3 mile bike rides at 7:25 in the morning. Yes. Sleep. Speaking of sleep, I feel that I should inform any readers that sleep is very important to teenagers. We need so much of it, and we can never get enough of it. In all honesty, in a school setting, sleep is like currency. Those who don't get enough of it are depressed and often times grouchy. Those who get too much of it are generally spoiled assholes who always want more. And sleep can always be used for bartering. You can say, "Hey, I know a place where there are no teachers patrolling, and you can lie down for a bit.." or something along those lines, and immediately, you are swarmed with bidders offering anything from tutoring sessions, to food, to actual money. It's usually food though. You then select the bighest bidder, take the compensation, whisper the location, and both are on their merry way. Now then, all this talk is making me sleepy, so... Goodnight.

Bank of America Sucks.

I am crying right now. Want to know why? Bank of America is making my family move from the house that I grew up in. This is the house where I have lived almost my entire life. I can only ever remember living here. It is home to me. And why are they taking it away? Why can't we rent, or lease? Just so they can have a few more dollars in their paycheck. This is my life that they are giving away. Twelve years of my existence, twelve years of memories, gone. If anyone who works at Bank of America ever reads this, I have a question for you; how can you live with yourself? How do you feel about robbing people, not only of their homes and money, but of their childhood, their memories? How can you justify doing this? Are a few more dollars worth taking the home from a family? These are not rhetorical. Please, I'd like to know.

Kill me now.

I'm sick. I am really, really sick. I woke up this morning with a searing head Churnoble and a tummy ache. The tummy problem I tried to solve by eating something. It worked for a while, until ten, at which point I promptly puked. I will never look at Cheerios the same way ever again. After that happened, I made myself some tea and sat down with a copy of Fareignheight 451 until my parents found me about 10 minutes later. I tried to speak to them. They were duly horrified. Not from my story, they couldn't tell what I was saying. I think it was the fact that I sounded like a Teradactyl with bronchitis, crying alone in a cave. It was sad. On a happier note, it's Superbowl Sunday, which for our family means Anti-Superbowl time! We are going to sit and eat snacks and watch movies that we pull out of a fez. Throw as many Korean action movies in there as you want, Dad! I'm watching Victor/Victoria and Doctor Who! Bring it, larengytis!

The Good, the Bad(-ish), and the Freaking Awesome

So I have a few pieces of news to share with you:

1: 58 page views. FIFTY-EIGHT. Holy trucks, Batman, is that a lot! But still, and I'm not complaining (much), but only 3 different people have commented (one of which is me), and I have 1 follower. I don't really mind about the followers, but the comments... I realize that 3 is a good starting point, but still... it could be something as simple as "U Suk" (though please use proper spelling and grammar. Please), but even though that would make me cry over a bag of Skittles in a corner, it would tell me that you wasted some valuable time on being negative towards me, which means that you read a bit of my blogs, so thank you.

 2: I went to the Nerdfighter event in Redwood, CA last night. Awesome does not begin to describe what that was. Even though everybody was overtired and high off of caffine, it was amazing. I got a lot of audio, which I will put on here after I find out how to get it off of my phone. It's mostly Hank singing, but at one point, John joins in! That's right, I got to hear John I-Never-Sing-No-Matter-How-Much-You-Bribe-Me Green sang to 500 Miles. Be jealous. At the end, Everyone got their books and CD's signed (I got a purple drawing of a startled anglerfish in my copy of The Fault in Our Stars), and They commented on my earrings. I made special ones for the occasion that were of my drawings of the Vlogbrothers in chibi, and showed them off. This is what they said:

 John: Thank you for making you part of your ear.

 Hank: Oh, I'm cute!

 It was pretty jokes.

As for my reaction to seeing them, it was weird. For a while I just had to realize that these are people. I mean, you get that they are real from the vlogs, but when you see them in person, it just sort of hits you that this is not an act. This is who they are. They are people who make mistakes, who have faults and fears just like us. They are horribly, terribly, wonderfully, beautifully human. And yes, they may stutter and stumble and and get shy, so do we, but the difference between us is that they know that they will do this and yet they still walk up on that stage and say, " This is me." They are brave enough to know that they are going to fail, and fail, and fail, but they know that each and every fail is worth infinitely more than all the successes in the world combined. We are fools whether we dance or not, so we may as well dance. They take this to heart, and that is more than I can say about the rest of the world.

Best wishes, and DFTBA.

Dr. Jellyfish?

So, how many people here have heard about the immortal jelly fish (stares out at empty classroom)? All righty then! So for those of you who don't know, a group of jellyfish was discovered as immortal. Basically, whenever it mates, it reverts back to its adolescent state to grow up before mating again, thus making it keep on living until something kills it. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? That's right; IT'S DOCTOR WHO! THE DOCTOR IS A JELLYFISH! I mean, it reverts back to it's childlike form (regenerates) and lives again! This is a time for celebration! All around the world, little nerds are pointing toward the faces of rather confusesd others and clutching an article in the hand not pointing while screaming "HA! It IS real!"
It sure is, kid. It sure is.

Best wishes!

YAAAAAAY!!

Holy friggin profanity! I just checked my e-mail and there was a little, glorious, fantastic paragraph saying that I JUST GOT TWO COMMENTS! That's right, not one, but two wonderful little comments! I haven't been this excited since, well I can't actually remember! Thank you! Thank you thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou- I could go on for a while, but my wrist is starting to cramp up, but I have one last thing to say:

Me: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

More reasonable part of my brain: Okay, that's enough.

Me: -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

More reasonable part of my brain: SHUT UP.

Me: -Ay?

More reasonable part of my brain: Better.

Best wishes, and thanks again!

One-sided conversations

So today I took a little trip down here. This is what happened:

Me: La la la, oh! Maybe I'll just check on my blog, post something new...

Blog: Hi!

Me: Hello! Do I have any followers yet? Let's just check...

Blog: No.

Silence.

Me: (spirit cracks)

Normally, that wouldn't be so bad (my soul is a relatively fast healer), but then this happened:

Me: (Struggling to look past cracks in soul) okay, well are there any comments?

Blog: (Now cheerfully smiling in the face of my despair) Nope!

Silence.

Me: (Soul cracks a little more and pieces start to fall off) None? Not on any of my posts? Not even on-

Blog: No.

Silence.

Me: (Soul shatters into tiny snowflakes that then melt. And burst into flame)

That's right; I have been having a completely one-sided conversation.
You would not believe how often that happens to me. Actually, I'll give you a hint: A LOT. Whether it's because I ramble on too much, or I stutter, I constantly find myself talking to someone, only to turn and find them talking to someone else or reading a book, or worse, just pretending to listen while they're actually day-dreaming. Observe:

Me: -I mean, can you believe it?

Master conversationalist: Hm.

Me: Also, on a more recent note, I have scaled Mount Everest and am sleeping with your cat.

Master conversationalist: Huh.

Me: Are you even listening?

Master conversationalist: Hmmm. That's not good.

Me: I'm just going to go sit in that corner and cry.

Master conversationalist: Ha ha ha! You're so funny!

...

Yeah.
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