A Title You Ask? Well, That'll Give Away The Ending!

Post #30:

I'm watching Ghost Hunters... i don't know why though...

I've noticed my lack of watching Dead Like Me... missed a bunch of episodes...

The new season of Face-off isn't as great as it seemed to be... rather watch a new season of Being Human (last time i watched it was in March... i'm feeling very deprived) #firstworldproblems (haha, i don't have a twitter)

I'm a little obsessed with Tap Tap Revenge 4 on my Pod of the touch... i found out there's a button to hit which gives you a bunch of free songs ("Download unlocked tracks") and now i have fifty new songs and i can't remember which songs i like or don't. i have a lot of dance/electronic songs that sound like space, go on for five minutes, and don't have anyone singing in them. Good if you're in a club or something like that, but not if you're bored, sitting in your room.
i also have a lot of heavy metal songs (i call them "rawr songs") in which it's all incomprehensible yelling. I have like ten of those songs. Sure, Linkin Park style yelling is fine in moderation, but seriously dude, the whole song of screams? And the band names are like: "Cannibal Corpse" Whitechapel" "As I Lay
Dying" "Behemoth" "Goatwhore" "Primordial" and "Gwar" okay that was seven, but still i was scrolling through my new songs and just by the artist name, song title, album picture, and genre title ("rock" they call it) i can tell the song's not going to be fun and it seems like i found a rawr song every other song.
There are two songs i got that i really like, one of them is called "The Dressing Room" which is by Breathe Carolina. If you remember they had that one song called "Blackout" that was kind of popular during the summer last year. Anyways, the song isn't supposed to be taken in a perverted kind of way, its more like... the dressing room is the place where you change who you are. At least that's what i got.
Another song is by some band i never heard of, who i'm going to look into, called Sparks To The Rescue. The one song i like is called "We Love Like Vampires." This band reminded me of a 1/2 cup of Fall Out Boy, a 1/4 cup of My Chemical Romance and a pinch of Owl City, to taste, it also has a bit of it's own original flavor. The song, well they never really say the reason why they love like vampires. The singer guy mentions the "sun coming out" many times, and also about them "dancing in the underground" but not the real reason why. i guess it's up to interpretation. *shrug*
Look those up if you want.
I"m too lazy to put in a link.

Speaking of My Chemical Romance, i don't know why but i have a song by them by the name of "Helena" stuck in my head. I have the music video on my Pod, but i had nothing to do with the addition of it because my iPod us sync-ed to my sister's, so whatever she has, i have. Recently, i sync-ed new songs and i got the video. Now i think it's pretty and the girl in coffin, who i guess is supposed to be Helena, wears a pretty dress, but it was pretty different because it was really depressing and dark and the main singer guy kind of freaked me out because there was a lot of close ups and the dude was making some creepy faces at some times... other than that i thought the guy was pretty cute.
It was kind of weird to hear the song and then another song by them, "Teenagers" came on... it did not sound like the same band. Now i know MCR isn't a gothic band, on Tap Tap, i got a song called "Sing" which is also by them, which i like ( i don't have the whole song though because it was one of the three songs i got when i first downloaded the game... preloaded, i guess i should call it) and you know, it's not gothic or emo or whatever you want to call it... the music video looked like a SiFi movie. (They all die in the video... sorry for that spoiler) It was just weird because in "Teenagers" they're swearing up a storm and when i was like ten and first heard this song i shunned it because of the language. Then when i was de-sensitized to swearing (thanks, highschool) i let the song back into the club.
Now, remember that i mentioned this song.

So, i got this game called Lollipop Chainsaw for PS3. It's about an 18 year old blond cheerleader with huge breasts and a short skirt, who runs around in cheerleading outfit wielding a chainsaw covered in glitter and hearts. There's a zombie apocalypse going on and she with her cheerleader moves and (sorry to spoil it, but...) her skills as a pro zombie hunter, you cut zombies up, trying to stop the goth freak who opened the path to "The Rotten World" which released a gas that turned people into zombies, then those zombies bit people and more zombies came and blah blah... It was a pretty fun game. The story was short, with a quick learning prologue and six stages followed by a boss battle. It was fun because you're freaking cutting zombies while doing flips and all these things i wish i could do, every time you cut a zombie they bleed pink and hearts and rainbows come out of nowhere and... well it was pretty cool. The things i didn't like were the boss battles (at the end of the stages), the final boss battle, the excessive bad language (i know that they're in highschool, but still it was really bad, not even like the f-word and the s-word, but like slang words,  like d-bag, slut, whore, the b-word was used a lot, slang words of the sexual persuasion [which where really bad because me and eleven year old brother were playing this game and he asked me what "masser-date" was... i told him he heard it wrong and that the guy who i saved, who said this to my character, said that he said he was going to ask me on a date...] now my brother plays war games and Grand Theft Auto, so it's not like it was really horrible, it's not like he was like how i was four years ago.)
I didn't like the boss battles because they were a joke. The big boss battle was against a guy named "Killabilly" who looked like Elvis. All the boss battles were centered around a music genre, but seriously, the main boss battle was really stupid that it made me mad. "The king" pssh. great.
Now, what i'm trying to work my way up to is talking about the first boss battle, my favorite. The first boss battle was centered around the punk rock genre. The guy was named Zed. reminds me of Led Zeppelin. (the name, i don't know about the music) but still, i don't know if it's my favorite because it's the easiest, but i think it's mostly because of the fight. Now, imagine you're fighting some guy and they're seriously are trying to mess you up. Don't you think you're going to spewing some unfavorable words?  Well freaking Zed would call me something reaaally bad like an effing b----, and then those words would pop up out of nowhere in these big electric letters that you have to run from. Things he called me ranged from an effing b-----, a c---sucker, a "stupid cooze" (which is probably worse than the eff word in Britain and it's a law that anyone who says it gets their mouth washed out with soap by the queen herself) and my personal favorite, a vanilla slut.
Way to be creative, Zed, i haven't heard that one yet. He was probably programmed to say more, but he didn't get that all out. the first time i fought him he called me a f---b-- five million times.
Anyways, that wasn't really important to talk about, i just couldn't stop typing. What i really wanted to say (which is going to take two sentences, really.) Is... well when you make your way up to Zed's stage, you go through a junkyard and have to jump around crashing cars and all that, and so, as they ran up to Zed, Juliet (the cheerleader) and her boyfriend (Nick, who is a severed head hooked to her belt loop) where talking, as usual, and... they called Zed a My Chemical Romance wannabe (Juliet said that.) That made me laugh. Then Nick said something like, oh i like that band, even hear their song, Teenagers?  I was laughing so hard on the inside. That is really popular song... they mention it in Vlad Tod, too. Freaking awesome.

Told you all that other stuff was probably pointless, but i gave you a little of incite. So, recap, stupid bosses, a lot of bad language, really fun, rainbows, glitter, hearts, pink blood, and references i understand. I give it a seven. oh yeah, and the graphics aren't totally up to date, so if you're a graphics snob then you may be sad, but it's not horrible.

(i'm not watching ghost hunters anymore)

Hmm, well that's all i've got for now.
total recap?

Ghost hunters
dead like me
face off
being human
tap tap 4
rawr songs
"The Dressing Room": by Breathe Carolina
"We Love Like Vampires" by Sparks To The Rescue (i just watched the music video five seconds ago and it was really weird and awkward, don't watch the video.)
My Chemical Romance:
"Helena"
"Sing"
"Teenagers"
Creative language by Zed
Lollipop Chainsaw gets a seven
(i decided to put in the links!)

So, children, listen to music, play lollipop chainsaw when no one is in the house, watch tv, live long, and prosper


Unicorn Slayer

The Theme Today, Kids? Writing!

Post #29:

Things i've realized:

• When i get angry, my writings' voice starts to sound a little incomprehensible.
• i don't care about capitalizing my i's when i blog. Who cares, right? i know i don't.
• Even though i tell myself i'll start my summer project earlier the next year, i never do.
• My cats are wild. (but that has nothing to do with writing.)
• My motto about deadlines seems to be: If you didn't procrastinate, you didn't want it to be great.
• The word realize is one of those weird common words that actually uses an, unnecessary, "Z" in them.
• Fall out Boy doesn't rhyme when you think they will. Tricky, FOB, tricky. (not writing related either, and a topic for another post someday.)
• There seems to not be a lot of variety when it comes to writing a dragon story. Will it try to kill you, will you try to kill it, will it be good and let you ride it, will it be red, orange, breath fire, breath ice? That's about it. Not a lot of room for something new...
• Writing is like fine dining.
• When i listen to an accent for long enough (British television, Nadia G's bitchin' kitchen, Grand Theft Auto 4) my thoughts are in that accent. It's really annoying and i can't stop it until i watch american tv or... until i fall asleep and forget the accent.
• When in doubt, you just have to remember these two words: helicopter and bazooka.

I've lastly realized,

• Whoever named the grapefruit had seriously run out of names. What, did they pick a fruit's name out of a hat and say, there! we'll add the word fruit after this and then, bam, we have something totally new and different!    ??

      So, on the off chance you're wondering how my summer project turned out... well it all started at 8 am on the Monday before. 

          My head was foggy as i lifted it from the pillow, i heard a knock at the door and someone telling me to get up. I didn't want to, so i didn't, eventually it all turned to screaming and threats. I had to go with my sister to take our kittens to the vet for booster shots because apparently my sister couldn't handle two kittens. I knew deep inside that i was a ploy to get me out of bed. I laid still and my mom came in and threatened to take away my laptop, which i knew i needed to do my project, so, still half asleep, i tried to push my laptop under my bed to hide it from her. Maybe if she couldn't see it, she'd take away something stupid, like my phone. Well, dangling off the bed, trying to shove this laptop under my said bed, my mom walked in and i went limp, as if i was being dramatic about getting up. Eventually i couldn't take it though so i went with my sister, who didn't need my help in any way. If i wasn't there, i'm sure nothing would've happened different.

          I came home and went back to sleep, as if my body was making up for the rest lost i slept until 5 o clock. I was starting to get used to waking up at 10:30-11 ish so getting up this late was a kind of shock. I was afraid to have fallen into an old groove, but then again, i didn't care. I went through the beginning of the day, pretty normal. Acting like i've been reading since 2 or something, eating dinner as breakfast, chilling out, doing my thing, feeling guilty. Then when everyone started going to sleep, that's when i did my work. I don't remember the precise details, though, but let's just say with some aid from Anonymous and Lewis, up until... six-ish maybe, i was making progress. Then it was 7 and 8 and i was rushing to finish before my parents got up for work but then my mom woke up and went with my brother to take our dog to the vet for a booster or something... i don't remember, and i was rushing to sneak downstairs and print out my project, hoping that the loud annoying printer noises weren't going to wake up my dad, who was snoozing on the couch. The floor was cold and the the bright morning light was new to me, considering my nocturnal tendencies, the goosebumps on my arms and legs reminded me of an ending summer. Meaning... summer projects were due.   If one word could describe my printer, it would be crazy. It tells you that the ink pack things needs replacing but you replace it and it says the same thing again. (we got a new one) So after having it print one page and having it tell me to replace the ink thing, i said: screw this, and i went back to my room. I waited until my mom and brother came home and then pretended like they woke me up because they were loud when they were leaving. Then i ate some cereal and told my mom my project was due on that day and she helped me print it and then me and my sister turned it in and then it was around 12-ish maybe 11 and then me and my sister took a nap in my mother's room with our kittens. i'm not sure why my sister was so tired, but i had a good reason.

         

          Phew! Okay, that's my story.

          

          Speaking of stories, remember that contest i talked about, well two hours ago i emailed my entry in. Now, on the paper it said that the stories were due on midnight on August 14th. But does that mean, the end of the day or... there's august 13th 11:59pm and then there's august 14th 12:00am. Was i a day late? I don't know, but i turned in my story and hopefully i'm not. Hopefully i win the rights to have my story read to others during the Halloween and a to have it published on the site... and $50, but  i couldn't care less about $50.

         So, i'm going to put my story in the end of this post here, tell me if you think it deserves publicity, $50, and the tears of the people i've beat! (and it's only 909 words, 908 without the title)

Hidden

                Like a sweet lullaby, hushing me to sleep, breathing whistled through the forest’s trees, but I wasn’t about to be lulled; my heart raced at every rustle in the leaves. The bark behind my back cut into my spine as I stood frozen, waiting for it all to be quiet, waiting to hear my own breathing, waiting for myself to sigh in relief when I realized I was alone again. I never did.

            The breathing was closer, I could feel the hot breath blowing past me as I squeeze me eyes shut. Trees snapped as it closed in. I wasn’t sure if it would see me if I ran. I wasn’t sure if it would chase me. I wasn’t sure how I even got into this situation where a shadow was stalking me through the woods.

            I wondered if I should climb the tree I was pressed against. Believe it or not, that wasn’t the weirdest option I considered, but when you weren’t sure what was around the corner, you didn’t deny any thoughts that might help you live. I tried to blindly size up the shadow, but I couldn’t. One thing I did know was that it was clumsy and loud; it snapped through branches and the overgrown weeds, as if it didn’t know I was there, but I knew it saw it me, it turned towards me and followed me to this spot.

            I looked to my right and thought I saw a clearing a little farther out. I suddenly knew where I was and knew that if I could get the clearing, a path was awaiting me a little father out. I wasn’t sure if I could risk the run, but I also wasn’t sure if I could risk standing still.

            I stood frozen. I heard the leaves rustle, a crunch, some sort of grunt, and then I went off sprinting. My legs burned even though I only went a few feet and I kept tripping over invisible obstacles, my legs felt like a bowl of cereal after leaving it sit for too long. Branches whipped me in the face, so I had to blindly run in where I hoped was the right direction. Suddenly I fell flat on my face, my stomach lurched, and I smacked onto the ground, but the ground was clear of weeds and I opened my eyes to see I made it to the clearing.

            Behind myself and heard snaps of twigs. Tears streamed down my scratched face and I tried to scramble into a standing position, but I was too afraid. Feeling defeated I looked up and saw lights. My heart leaped and I started to wildly wave my arms and scream, hoping that the airplane or helicopter might see me. The lights quickly changed direction and started coming down, for a second I wondered how it could descend so fast, but then I decided not to care, because it was coming to save me. Relieved , I ran to the other side of the clearing, hoping that it could get to me before my menacing shadow did.

            I looked to the trees and realized that the light were too late, the shadow was coming from the forest. I hid behind the trees and held my breath praying, watching, crying silent tears, and the shape slowly appeared in the full moon’s light. I saw for legs and a heavy build… horns, I think, then it meandered into the middle of the clearing I saw what it was.

            A crow uttered a cry as I saw in full glory what I was running from. A… cow. A big old cow with brown eyes, looking lost. Its bell must’ve fallen off and it was falling me, trying to get home. I suddenly remembered the lights, I didn’t want them to land on the cow. I pushed away from the tree, ready to wave the helicopter off, but then… I heard the noise I’ll never forget. The whoosh of air, the… flapping. The cow was gone before I could look back at it. I fell back and looked at the spot where it was standing; it was blood stained. I heard a strangled moo and a loud thump, birds flew from trees and I was left sitting dumbfounded, staring into the inky sky. I blindly ran into the trees again and stood until the lights came back, landed on the ground and looked at me. I realized they weren’t lights, they were eyes.

            I turned and ran. I heard the loud whooshing again and continued running. The dense trees I made my way into blocked the moonlight, which is why I ended up smacking into something hard. I guess it was a rock but I was so dizzy I couldn’t tell anything from anything. I heard the flapping again, it was right on top of me. When I turned I could make out two red balls of light, dancing in front of my eyes. I could smell smoke and colors dance around my face. I saw what it was. A lizard monster with scaly bat wings. It opened its mouth, but then, over the hills, I heard my mother's voice calling me home. The dragon turned away from me, so I threw a rock blindly, hitting its snout. It turned towards me, knocked me down, and I closed my eyes, willing my mother to go into the house. Then, the pain came.

                                                 Unicorn Slayer

Random-ness For You To Wrap Your Mind Around

Post #28:

So, i told this to Lewis a little bit ago, but don't you hate it when a gnat flies right into your frickin' face? It's bad enough you're taking over my room, but now you're going to fly into my face? What kind of a jerk are you?!
I hate gnats. Worthless little beings...

Anyways, on a non-homicidal note, have you ever noticed how slower songs have a beat put behind them so you can dance to it whenever they go on the radio? An example: Lights, by Ellie Goulding.
I heard that song before it was on the radio, and there was no fun little beat behind it. It's like it wasn't fun enough for everyone out there to enjoy... Anther example, sorta, is... well i have Tap Tap Revenge 4 for my iPod and it's like finger guitar hero (its really fun, i just hate it when it doesn't notice i hit one ;) ) and a free song to get was If I Die Young, by the Band Perry. We all know that song, depressing in a sad way but kind of makes you reflect on life... anyways, i'm playing it and there's a beat behind that doesn't make you so depressed and you can tap to it. I wonder how (... a gnat just flew in my face, fyi) they put those beats behind the song... who knows, music industry thing i guess.

Today i'm sort of trying to do my summer project, but, alas, distractions are all around... and oh, so fun. The music channel, my iPod, the inter-weber-net. =( Why is my mind so...

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! A freakin' gnat just flew into my ear, oh god, i hate those things! I even screamed and jumped two feet into the air and then smacked my ear ten times. Noah, you could've left those off the ark. Maybe there'd be more room for some butterflies... just something other than those dumb gnats.

Okay, i'm over my brief stint of self pity and i'm feeling pretty J.O.-ed. (Juiced Off.) I'm mad.

I was going to continue on, but to save you the rage, i'll post later. Maybe a: Random-ness For You To Wrap Your Mind Around 2.0.

Gosh darn those gnats.

This is UnicornSlayer saying, what the frick building?!

                                                Unicorn Slayer

Ponies

Post #27:

I just watched three episodes of My Little Pony, Friendship Is Magic.

According to Rainbow Dash, only Pegasus-es-es... can walk on clouds.

Those Librels!





                                                    Unicorn Slayer

No wait,

                                                     Pegasus Slayer

Trying To Follow A Blog... Something Is Messed Up.

Post #26:

Short, angry post.

So i'm trying to follow this one blog called Mildly Nerdy Ramblings Of A Lovable Freak.
This girl reminds me so much of me and Lewis that it's just... freaking werid and awesome.
But for some reason, it won't let me comment on any of the posts and after ive tried to follow it in the few ways i know how to, it put another little picture blip on her follow list... but it doesn't have my picture (it looks like asdfghjkl;'s picture on my follow list, and my name doesn't even show up when you roll over the picture.
I am so juiced off.
Anyone what to tell what the heck is wrong here?

                                                  Unicorn Slayer

Creative Writing... Probably Some Other Stuff Too

Post#25:

     As i told you a couple posts back, i go to a creative writing class... well i guess it's not a class because we don't learn anything really, but i don't want to call it a creative writing club because that sounds like something you join in second grade and you write stories about a princess who befriends a dragon that breathes gold coin... so i guess i'm going to call it a class.

Anyways, i went there on Monday and I've been going once a month ever since last June... and I'm not sure if this should be a huge confidence boost or a weight on my shoulders for expectations but... my teacher thinks i'm amazing!  (=o

     The last assignment we got was to write a story using a one paragraph prompt she gave us as a springboard. My story was 14 pages long... but other than waiting for my printer to print it for what seemed to be five hours, nothing about the length screwed with anything, so anyways, we were all offered a chance to read our stories and my teacher was all like, "I doubt we can get to (unicorn slayer's) because it's probably sixteen pages long." Then i told her it was fourteen, we laughed, and then she said that because i was such an awesome writer that she was just going to photocopy my story for everyone to take home and read! Then she asked me if that was okay and i said that that was fine and she went on telling everyone how amazing i was! She said something like, "You know how some writers add in three pages describing something that isn't even important to the story and after you read it you wonder why you had to read it? Well that doesn't happen with (unicorn slayer.) She always has consistent information and her stories are always good."

I was sorta like: =O

Then i was like: (=D and i said thanks and i was smiling like an idiot because it was sort of embarrassing and my teacher/adviser said sorry for embarrassing me and then in five minutes she said all that stuff again when she got up to photocopy my story. 

      I was thinking: Oh God, did i do good on this story? Did i say anything stupid? I swore a couple times and used some bad language... but...

     It Freaked Me Out!

     I write two good stories in the beginning and all of the sudden i'm amazing? Maybe i'm being too modest but i guess it's better to be down on yourself then think every word you write is going to make people cry because they're so beautiful. (if only i had the power to do that)

     That sounds like a Superhero! Word Girl! Someone being mugged? I write a sentence full of emotion and throw it at the mugger and they start crying and regret the path they took and give the purse back and go back to high school. I gotta go contact Marvel!

Our newest assignment is... not even an assignment, but we were given a paper about a contest we can join if we want. We have to write a story about dragons in 1000 words or less. This is going to be hard for me because i love to babbled, but apparently my babble is good for the story... Here's the link to the contest site in case you want to try it out (you can win $50!) LINK

     So right now, and through this whole post, i've been listening to this song by Anna Blue called So Alone. I learned about this song becuase there was commercial to buy it as a ringtone. I think this song is beautiful and... amazing. I can kind of relate to Anna Blue because no one knows what her real face is, we just know what her animated counterpart looks like, sorta of like how you don't know who i really am... i kind of want an amimated counterpart now... whose way more beautiful than i am... it wound be like: you know me, but you don't. =P   I've been reading the comments and wow... people are mean! They're calling her emo and meaning it in a hurtful way and saying the song sucked and saying that the internet doesn't need anymore goth crap.

... you could just say you didn't like it.

Then these other people were fighting and telling each other to kill themselves and calling each other f-ing effs who eff their moms.

How could this song influence people to be so violent with their words?

     So in other news. Awhile ago i was looking through the blogs and i went one called: Remarkably Mark. The last post he put up, which was put up two years ago, began with his own theme song! I want my own theme song! Can someone out there please write me a theme song? Lewis, Morgan, random blog reader, maybe Anonymous, Gingavitis could you please write me a theme song? And make me an animated character.
Please?

Last article of business, maybe.

Summer projects.
I hate them. So. Much.
To get into the honor English class next year i have to read all these books and answer fifty stupid questions on them, and half those questions, i was asking them myself! I was like whaaaaaat? Then one of the questions would be like: what happened? and i would be all like, heck man, i don't know.
Hate. Them.
I also hate the fact that i'm forced to read books i don't want to read (i HATE war books!) and then i have to answer philosophical questions like: what was the true meaning of this book? and then i can't just answer, "Always be nice to your friends" because i have to explain myself and have examples from the book but sometimes i just think of meaning by the weight of the whole story itself, i don't have a specific example.
Then i have the exact opposite problem that i do when i creatively write, i have a minimum number of pages to write. I can't write three pages of why The Lord of Flies (which wasn't as good a book i was hoping) was about how people need to watch how they treat each other or one day we might just end up killing each other. I can barely write a paragraph of that.
Now i need to tell you some of those examples are exaggerated, i don't think i have to write three pages of anything, but really what i really have to do seems just as impossible.
So this project is due on August 7th and we have to read three books, The Lord Of The Flies (read it), I Am The Cheese (read it, but didn't really understand it), and A Separate Peace (didn't read it because its a dumb war book, which i HATE, plus we got five pages of info on it to help us understand it... is it really going to be so hard?)
Then for Lord Of Flies we have ten questions per chapter and there are like... twelve chapters, to answer and i'm up to about chapter four or five on those. (At least i started!) and we have to answer a philosophical question. Then for Cheese, there are a bunch of questions and that book was a little... mind game-ish, so i need to google it and get the low down on it. Then for Peace, there are... i think a prompt and then the info papers have a bunch of little activities to do. *sigh*

     I don't want to grow up. I hope that one day something in my brain will click into place and i'll clean my house every day and get up early to meditate before i go work which is where everyone just loves me and the jobs i get, i finish within a couple of days.
     Thinking about the future makes me want to cry. I mean, next year i get my license... the only reason why that excites me is because i can go to the movies whenever i want and see the newest movie, or i can go the library whenever i want and be alone in the peace for hours. That's it. Films and Literature. I found my natural talent. (Sims 2 reference)
     My license. Then what, work? My sister wakes up at 7-8 in the morning to go to work and... it's summer. I hate waking up early, let alone during the summer. I'm going to take my waning innocence this year and love the Saturdays where i sleep to eleven in the morning. But of course, life is going to get in my way of a good time.
     Wow, i'm so depressed right now. I've gotta get this wonderfully sad song out of my head or i'm going to curl up with my kitty after posting this and i'm going to cry into her soft fur.
     I'm such an immature little baby, crying over the fact that life is harder than... harder than... harder than it has been. I should find myself lucky that i have a future, but then again. I'm to busy living in early years where i could spend my summer alone all day in my room, watching TV, thinking about nothing other than when a new episode of my favorite show was coming on. Sleeping until one in the afternoon and staying awake until five in the morning. But really, unless i get a just as a hooker... (which is not happening, although i'm sure i'd look good in fishnets) well, that's just not reality.

     Well i'm going to go now. I'm going to listen to some Linkin Park, listen to them scream out the injustices in the world and listen to them sing about the horrible people in the world and maybe i'll feel a little better, myself. So this is Unicorn Slayer saying goodbye, goodnight, and... stay in school? Don't eat yellow snow? Do your homework? and always make sure you... pet your pets. (They're called pets for a reason.) (oh yeah, and don't forget about that theme song! If mine turtle gets a theme song, i can too! Writers of the world, unite!

                                                    Unicorn Slayer

Movie Marathon Time! (Imagine I Sung That)

Post #24:

Random expression of my movie love: There's a vampire movie marathon on today on the Syfy channel.
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It ends with a Syfy original movie about... guess what... vampires. I know what I'm going to be doing today. My favorite channel with my favorite topic.

(i was online looking up some help for a game i'm stuck on and i decided to drop by and randomly post about something. A bunch of small random posts are way better than a bigger post once a month.)

                                                 Unicorn Slayer