All Hail, The Magic Cold! *Noise With Tongue* Plus, Shopping (Ew), Abe Lincoln (Woo!), And Sleep. (Sounds Pretty Good Right Now...)

Post #39:

So, as you can read, The Cold had been kind to me.
Wednesday was canceled.
Thank freaking Goodness.

Even better, on Friday we had an in-service day or an Act 80 Day (wherever that name comes from...) So after going for school for one day, we got to stay home again!
That was pretty fun.

What else can I tell you about from over this brief period?

I heard that no-name guy speak. I can't remember his voice specifically but I do know that I heard it. It also wasn't as deep as I was expecting, but I guess it still fits him.
(Now, is there anything else for me to be creepy about...?)

On Monday, The Cold is going to give me a small break and it's going to be around fifty or so degrees... maybe sixty.
Yay, warmth!

Today (or I guess yesterday considering it's 4 AM now) I went to get movies (i'll diversify on that in a little bit) but beforehand, my mom dragged me to the mall, and, for some reason that i'm sure my mother hates, I hate to shop.
I know, it's not a very 15 year old girl thing for me to feel, but I hate it, hate it, hate it.
I'm an indecisive person, I don't know why, and it makes shopping difficult. Plus, everything is all spread out and i'm also the kind of person who wants to make sure that they're getting what they want the first time, which means I have to make sure that, in my mind, nothing in any other store could be better than what I picked out. Of course, that's not always the case, and I know that, which might be why i'm so difficult when taken shopping.
All day today (or yesterday) I kept reminding my mother that I was better off the way I am now instead of the other way around.
When I would watch something such as My Strange Addiction, I can somehow put myself in the person's shoes and slightly understand where they're coming from, (writers' brain, probably) but when there's a shopaholic, I have no idea what the heck their problem is. There was an episode with some lady who has 500 shoes and calls them her babies and buys more every day and is severely in debt... I couldn't stand to watch that episode because I couldn't connect at all! I just kept calling her stupid, in my mind. I just can't.... (this also happens with the sexual-type addictions for obvious reasons)
Anyways, what I was trying to build up to say was, I wasn't thrilled to go shopping all because I wanted some movies. My mother was shopping mostly for herself, but she reminded me that I need jeans (I wear the same pair of blue jeans pretty much every day, it's not that I don't own any other pants, I just don't like the other ones. These pants are the perfect length, skinny, and... I can wear tennis shoes with them without wearing flood pants...)
Anyhow, my mother was on the look-out for jeans. I'm picky with jeans. I hate boot-cut. They just don't feel right to me. I like skinny because it feels like they're giving my legs a hug, and they also don't oddly flare out or bend when I sit. I also hate it when the stitching is another color entirely from the jean itself; it just brings to much attention to nothing but distractions. Lastly, even though it doesn't really matter, I also hate butt-pocket adornments; I don't need jeweled butterflies going down a gem rainbow and hanging out by a bunch of tan-stitched swirls. They need to pipe down with all the fancy crap they're trying to pull on me. I don't care. I would also feel like I have to match my shirt color to that of the design on the butt, or I can't wear the pants. That's just one of my weird quirks (like how I try to figure out the stories of strangers by staring at them.)
I'm currently in this faze where i'm trying to be a totally awesome bad-a hipster girl. I use "hipster" sarcastically here. (although I use instagram, I don't wear nerd glasses and suspenders with my fedora while I take my typewriter to the park with me.) Although the hipster thing isn't true, i'm still trying to be totally awesome and bad-a, but I doubt that's working to well for me. (Oh well, at least I have my sparkling personality.) This whole bad-a thing is probably just because i'm a teenager rebelling against the system and trying to figure out who they are, or some crap like that. Eh, it's fun, if anything.
Now, because of this bad-a faze here, I'm trying to limit my wearing of pink or pastels (which is hard because i'm sometimes faced with an emptying closet and nothing left to wear but those colors.) I'm also trying to wear some more outrageous things, such as colored pants. The colors/patterns I own so far: Grape (dark purple) a less subtle and lighter blue color, bleached/stone-washed, and plaid with blue and black and tan (it looks better in real life.) (I probably missed something and am going to remember while I try to sleep tonight and have to edit this ASAP tomorrow.) It's a little bit hard to buy colored jeans right now because all the stores are really frilly and girly and the jeans are highlighter-pink, coral, flower patterned, polka-dotted, or pastel colored... I found a blue sapphire color but it was sparkly and weird. I tried to buy a red pair of jeans but because I'm a small person, they were too long. What did I buy today, jean-wise? Black and... blue or green or dark teal-y colored? I'm not sure how to describe the second color, (we'll go with dark teal-y for now) but they're sort of tie-dyed in a way with those colors. It's probably cooler than what you're imagining, I promise you, they're up to my current standard of bad-a.
So those are the pants part of this shopping trip. It was also kind of hard because my mother would point to a coral pair and say they were cute and I had to turn her down many times. It was difficult.
Then, after the pants and buying Girl Scout cookies, we were walking, and I glanced over at the shoe store (I think it was Payless) and after a moment of thought I said: "Can I have a pair of Converse?"
My mother rarely spends time with me, much less spends money on me, or hears me request shoe shopping, so right away she was like: "Sure, honey!"
I now have an awesome pair of Rebellion-INC., Kick-Butt, Bad-A Enough For Me, Street Shoes... or Chuck Taylors. Whichever works for you.
They are black-high tops.
They are pretty freaking sweet.
They are mine.
I can't wait to wear them on Monday.
They are also the same kind as my sister's... the same size too! I'm a really small person, so me fitting into a size 6 is pretty amazing. Granted, that was the smallest size and I wasn't missing out on my whim for a pair of Chucks.
I replaced the laces with these black and white checked laces which are 42 inches instead of 54. (my feet are narrow, so a-freaking-lot of lace was left after tying them.) Plus, now my sister and I's are able to be told apart, even though I'm going to be keeping them in my room, in their box, away from the dogs' chomping, drooling jaws.
I went a little crazy so I took some nice fashion shots of them and put them on instagram. Although this is going to take the extra effort, I don't want to feel like a self-advertiser, so i'll put the pictures here, too. (you'd better appreciate this extra effort, here!)
Mm, pretty nice, yes. I like this shot. It was one of the first, so i'm surprised it came out so well (if I do say so myself) They're on my hair towel that I had lying on the floor. I needed a backdrop and I was struck with the genius of closing the top end of the towel in my drawer and cascading the rest down for a background that wouldn't distract. Plus, it's tan, so it went with the box. I tried to be as photo-awesome and professional as possible (although the obvious wrinkles in towel show i'm not incredibly legit, but we'll just look past that for now.) Did I do a good job with the labels and laces?

This is my second go. An arrangement for the second picture took me forever to think of. I don't really like this one as much, but I guess it could be worse. I wanted them to be tied together and hanging out of the box in some way, but in a natural kind of way. I think this sort of hit the mark. Every way I positioned them just looked wrong, though. I had a lot of difficulty figuring it out. I somehow managed at least this picture. It had the labels on the shoes and the word on the box, so I went with it.
These are my only picture that came out right. I tried to manage these freaking JC-Penny, one-man-band photoshoot, pictures that just didn't come out right. I would either need an actual model, or someone who knows how to work lighting and surroundings.

That was my shopping excursion. I'm going to feel pretty pumped in my Chucks and black and teal-y jeans on Monday... I can also wear my 1/2 sleeved black jacket...! I'm going to have a bad-a Monday... I hope it doesn't suck.

Now, for the movie I watched tonight... or last night or whatever:
Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter
Duh, duh, duuuuuh!
I read the book, so I was pretty pumped to watch it.
Of course, the movie was different from the book.
Of course, the book was better than the movie.
Of course, things were cut out.
Of course, things were kind of made-up.
Of course, things were re-told.
Of course, I felt slight a bit of sadness over the alleviations.
Plus, everyone was a freaking ninja with parkour moves. Some of the battle scenes were a little unrealistic (even though, yes, we are talking about a vampire movie, but some parts were a little ridiculous)

(SPOILERS)
Things they cut out:
-The beginning which is like an autobiography of the author being approached by Henry
-Pretty much his whole freaking childhood.
-When he was on the boat which let to meeting Henry.(That crazy vampire attack, remember?)
-Him meeting Edgar Allan Poe (I am still really mad over that)
-Although he meets Joshua Speed, he never meets his other friend. I forget his name, but he was the big tough guy in the one town. He is replaced with a "friend from Abe's childhood" who is a guy who keeps being jostled around because everyone thinks he's a slave but he was born free and all this other stuff. He was a good guy and all, though, just not the right guy.
-The solo mission between Speed and Abe's other friend.
-Pretty much all of Abe's revealations over, "Look at what this vampire has done!" "Look, that guy's a vampire, they're everywhere!" "I'm not as safe as I thought!" "Vampires are so horrible!"
-Most of the missions that Henry sends Abe on.
-That last mission with Speed and the other guy. In the movie, it was on train, but in the book they had this showdown at this house. (the same thing pretty much happens, though, Henry to the rescue and all)
-John Wilkes Booth (it never mentions this demented actor vampire.) It ends after this scene with Mary Todd being like, "Lincoln, we're going to be late to the theater!" and then Henry has Lincoln's journal and walks off and then things go to the present time.
-Lincoln's sons, other than Willie.
-A whole lot of other stuff, but I guess it was thick book and short movie.

Things they (I think) made-up/changed:
-The reason why Lincoln's mother is killed
-How Lincoln's mother is killed. (instead of her ingesting vampire's blood and being poisoned by what they think is a milk sickness, she just gets her wrist noshed on, which eventually kills her, and later Willie dies the same way)
-It sort of changes Henry's house/cottage place where he and Lincoln first meet. It wasn't as secluded as I imagined... (not to mention that brief extreme sexual-ness that I could've gone without. Bathtub scene, I feel you and your 2 seconds were unnecessary!)
-Lincoln's other friend
-Did the book specify on how silver kills the undead?
-Was there ever a horse stampede battle?
-Was there ever a train battle?
-Was Adam and the other group of high-up vampires in the book?
-Why didn't he meet Edgar Allan Poe?!

Now keep in mind that it has been a little bit of time between when I read this book and today (or yesterday) Maybe things happened that I didn't remember, but I'm kind-of, pretty sure, I was as accurate as I could possibly be. LOGIC!


Well, this post was long and either took me an hour or so to write, or Daylight Savings Time is really screwing me up.
It probably took an hour, this feels like it took forever to write... and its 5:37 AM.
I'm slow.
I'm tired.
Head-pressure rising
Yawns... no longer suppressed...
Anger over Abe not meeting Edgar still boiling... but... sleep... you seem so welcoming... with your open arms and soft pillows... whispers of comfort and... dreams...

Yeaaaaaaaah...
I think it's time I went to sleep!
Tomorrow I'm going to watch The Raven (Woo! Edgar Allan Poe!) and probably Premium Rush, so I can review those for you if I don't procrastinate.

So... (*legit yawn in real life*) this is UnicornSlayer saying, Good Night... Good Morning, Don't Do Drugs, Stay in School, and why couldn't Abe have met up with Edgar! I mean, it could have added a little something more special! Just get the guy from The Raven and be like, "Hey, want to be Edgar Allan Poe again, you get to meet Abe Lincoln?" and he would have agreed and then the movie would have a little more backstory, considering how quickly you jumped through the 3 parts of the book (Childhood, Vampire Slayer, President) Maybe just a little bit more of a story could have helped. Or were you just being cheap? Come on...! Edgar Allan Poe!

UnicornSlayer

It's Been Awhile... (imagine i sung that)

Post#38: Before I get to how my life's been lately, I want to go over the things in my head.

I've realized I have this annoying itch to know everyone's story. It's probably just my Writers Brain, but I just want everyone to hand to me a memoir of their life, thoughts, and some hidden-camera type of video depicting their lives and a normal day to me.
Maybe this is also stemming from my playing of Legend Of Zelda, a game that teaches you (other than how to fight rage-quit-inducing monsters, how to solve puzzles that you'll never need to solve in real life, and that Water Temples SUCK...) that everyone has a story to tell.
Even though in real life, people are much more hesitate to describe how things are going with them, especially to a complete stranger.
Example time: there's a guy who sits...er.... Two seats in front of me on the bus. (I sit on the drivers side/left) I think he's one year younger (possibly two, and he's just tall and/or failed) than me because I haven't seen him all my life like I have those a year older. Anyways, he sits alone but turns to the right to talk to his buddies. I've noticed a small scar behind his right ear. As soon as I noticed this my brain just kicked into the highest gear it could in 7AM. How does one get a little straight line of a scar behind their ear?
Now I stare at it. (Im that weird girl on the bus who doesn't sit with anyone and just keeps quiet, listening to their music, so no one questions why i stare ahead of me, deep in thought) I can't help myself, I feel as though if I look long enough, words will float out with the answer. Of course, they don't. This fact frustrates me.
Another mystery that has gone on longer than that one: the guy in my study hall.
He's the guy that I always see in the hallway, but have no idea what his name is, I don't even know what his voice sounds like.
Now, if you hate stereotypes, look away, I'm going to be cringing as i write this word because I do not want to use it, and it will most likely give you the wrong impression, but I really don't know how else to describe him... Soo, (I hate myself... Hate myself..) goth.
Now wipe away the picture that popped into your head about someone all dressed in black with black lipstick and eyeliner.
No.
That's not it.
Although his hair has been dyed black ( which I know considering that his roots are brown [guess its time for another dye-job] and because it has no life to it. [Non-dyed hair has highlights and shine. His is one-toned.]) it does not make him how I described him. He wears hoodies, jeans, I think converse, and no makeup. He's also really tall and slouches.
Anyways, enough about his posture. I do not know his name, his voice, I think he's in 11-12th grade, I know that he has friends (just not in that study hall) and I obviously know that he's quiet (at least around those he doesn't know/like)
I feel creepy describing someone i don't even know, but I guess that's the point. I'm relaying the places my brain goes when I wonder.
When the new semester started and I saw him in my study hall I thought "hmm, maybe now ill learn the name of the guy i always see but know hardly anything about. "
Guess what.
 Nope.
Oh well.
Guess he's. it important if I haven't learned anything about him yet. (Even though I'm getting a little concerned considering I was relaying some new scene from a story I want to start writing in my head, and I imagined him as the main character. Nothing else though, no other scenes other than the one I recently thought of. He doesn't seem to fit, considering its a first person POV. I imagine the scenes, kind of over-the-shoulder of the character and considering my brain has some limits and also doesn't know what it's like to be tall, I just can't fit it. [thats okay though])So, now that I've been both weird and creepy, let's get on to how things have been externally.


The Cold had been oddly corporative (I just realized that I can't pronounce this word) and last Friday and I think it was Tuesday, we had early dismissals due to freezing rain.
Woo!
We are allegedly having a snowstorm/winter weather advisory for Wednesday as well, so, let's see how that plays out.

I've been feeling bad for not posting because Anonymous says she checks my blog daily and never finds anything, which saddens her. So, here you go!
I realized my first wants when I started this blog have been pushed aside. I am clearly not publishing every day. Not even every week. Barely twice a month. Also, the things at the bottom of the blog (and the poll) are a wee bit outdated. (By the time you're reading this, I probably will have them fixed. And if you haven't noticed, I put the poll higher on the side of the blog for easier access.)

What else to talk about...

Well, I'm going to stick to this larger font size, because it is easier for me to see, and, even though my computer is zoomed out to 75%, maybe it's easier for you guys out there to read, too.

In English, we started Hamlet, which I am not thrilled about. It will probably the same kind of fiasco as Wuthering Heights, because I am way too lazy to do all the work. Our teacher surprisingly has this recording of the play that follows our book, which we listen to in class, so it's not too bad so far. Lewis found this acting out of it on YouTube with David Tennant, so she's pretty set.

Hmm...

I went to Lewis's house on Saturday where we watched YouTube videos and played games on Steam.
That was a lot of fun girl-time.
Anonymous and Lewis also chugged a half-gallon of milk. Well... Lewis only made it half way through, but An. went all out and drank it all. We are all surprised it didn't come back up later.
We also ate tacos and downed Hot Sauce packets. The hot sauce was my idea, (and a stupid one, at that.) but I couldn't help suggesting it because we had three packets that were just saying: Do It! Do It! DO IT!
So we did.
I drank two glasses of tea and still felt the burn.
A little later, after my tongue was better, my lips still burned.
Spice and I don't mix well.
We were planning on having three more people added onto the party, but because of Church and busy schedules, they couldn't come.
But I guess it was all right in the end.
We are a weird group of friends...

What else is there?

If Lady Gaga didn't cancel her concert, I would have went there instead of Lewis's house.
Even though we had fun, I still am saddened.
I've never been to a concert and seems that I never will. Or at least, the universe doesn't want me to.
But screw the universe! (which I say now, but when I have a good day [which is rare] I am singing my praises to the universe...)

I understand (more or less) what we are doing in chemistry with bonds and oxidation numbers, until we have to memorize all the numbers...

I suppose I'll just tell you about all my classes... why not?

English: Hamlet
Journalism: just finished with my article
Spanish: Just took a written and oral test today/ starting a new food chapter
History: Chapter test tomorrow.
Study Hall: have I told you about our new seating arrangements? The teacher (more or less a supervisor) made everyone who was previously in the class, last semester (like me) sit in their old assigned seat. What's worse? Everyone who was new this semester got to pick their own seats (you know, as long as they were two seats apart) This made me so freaking mad because my current and old seat is in the front of the room, in the middle of the horseshoe. Everyone else just put themselves in seats behind their friends, so they were basically beside them. It's not that I'm mad because I'm not beside my friends (because I don't have friends in that class anymore) I'm mad because they got to choose their own seats! I would pick a seat in the back if I could, maybe in the middle, away from others. It makes me so mad.


*not drawn to scale, we are closer than drawn- Ex: the space between me and the UD to my left is about three chairs*

Lunch: I turned in my money today; I was really in debt.
Algebra: 19/25 on my test. We made corrections to them today for some extra points.
Gym: We played something called Tchouk Ball. It had to do with hitting a ball of a trampoline. If you Google it, it'll make more sense. It involved running, but way less than in basketball.
Chemistry: Oxidation numbers and ionic bonds.

That was my day... tomorrow I have Driver's Ed instead of Gym, in which we will probably go over the worksheets we got on Thursday. (My 8th period schedule goes: Gym, DE, Chem Lab, DE, Gym) It's really a blow-off class, but I'm probably one of the few people who try.

I just started wondering what I should call those who follow me. Would you be part of the Slayer Society? (I'm sure Heather Brewer wouldn't mind if I took that...)
I'm not sure, you could all be cornies. (let's hope that one doesn't stick, though)
Heh, I don't know. It's all up to whatever you guys like, I guess.

Alright, it's time for me to fix the poll and weekly pictures/videos.


Oh yeah! I forgot to mention that I got Blackadder back... or should I say: Blackadder
I'm not sure if it is actually the same as it was last time, but, as I always say, Close Enough Is Good Enough.

Alright, i'm off to fix the things that should have been changed long ago. Until next time, my cornies! (oh gosh, it really doesn't sound good.)

UnicornSlayer

Zambies!

Post #37: I'm trying out a bigger font, bear with me.

Yesterday I saw the well-awaited movie: Warm Bodies.

It. Was. Awesome.

I recommend it.
Well, I'm not sure how teenaged guys would react to it, but, as a teenaged girl...

It was such a cute movie with an extremely cute guy and it was funny and cute with some zombie mayhem thrown in for good measure. I loved this movie because it was just adorable in every sense of the word and the guy was just so freaking CUTE!!

Alright. I let that all out.
Now let me summarize it for you: (I'll keep out the spoilers!)

Warm Bodies followed the view and narration of a zombie guy named R. We don't learn of his age but we are led to believe he is most likely in his early twenties. He explains his zombie lifestyle, his home at the airport, and the origins of one of the antagonists, the Bonies, which are skeleton like creatures who were zombies that just gave up and peeled their skin off. We meet his best friend, a zombie maybe in his thirties or forties who acts like both a best friend figure, a father, and a supporter.
Early on, they go on a raid for food. They shuffle along in a mob when we turn our attention to the survivors of the apocalypse. If my memory serves right, it is eight years after the start of the apocalypse. We follow of group of scavengers as they go out of their safe place and into the destroyed city. They are in some building looking for medicine when our beloved group of zombies attacked.
Some zombies were killed by the well-armed survivors, but R went down after getting hit in the face with what I think was the butt of a gun, so he missed being hit. As he was getting up he saw a girl, Julie, and fell in love with a funny cliché "world around me slows down and I can only see you" sequence. His line of sight is blocked off though by a guy named Perry, who we think had history with Julie because before they left on the raid, he tried to hold Julie's hand, but she pulled away.
Perry tries to attack, but R beats him to it by going all "scary zombie crazy" and pulling him down off the table he was standing on and onto floor, where he proceeds to bite his arm, smash him on the ground, and then eat him up.
YUM!
During this process his narration comes in telling us that he isn't proud of hurting people and would prefer if we looked away (which I didn't) but the camera pretty much does that for us and focuses on the mayhem around them. He tells us that if the brain isn't removed that the person would become a zombie. Also, the brain is the best part because when you eat it, you experience the memories, the thoughts, and the feelings of the person. Through this, we learn of Perry and Julie's history, and R learns Julie's name.
All the survivors, but Julie and her friend who we see hiding under a table, are dead. When R approaches Julie, she throw a knife all ninja-style at him and hits him in the chest, which does nothing to hurt him, so he pulls it out and continues to get closer to her. She freaks out but he eventually conveys the message to her to be quiet, and he smears so of his blood and junk on her face to hide her scent. The other zombies just think that she was turned into a zombie as well and don't attack. R brings her to his house-like place in an airplane.
The plane is full of random junk that he's collected. It seems that every time he went somewhere he's collected something from it. From the place he just was, he brought this snow globe that was on a table. Julie is still horribly scared of him. Runs away a lot and almost gets killed, and saved by R. I'll skip to when she finally trusts him.
Well... she trusts him. She talks to him, she listens to some of the records with him, she hangs out with him. They even find a car and drive it around the airport. R tells her that it will take a couple of days until the other zombies forget about her so she can leave. (but really, we all know that he just wants to be with her.)
My memory is a little foggy around this part but eventually she runs off and R has to save her from an attacking group of zombies which includes his friend. His friend wants to eat her, which he expresses very plainly, but he stands up for her and is like "No." and we're all like "Awe."
Then, the Bonies attack, which are stronger and faster than zombies, so R and Julie have to run.
(I'll take this moment to express how cute it is when he runs. His arms are just dangling at his sides and he shuffle-runs and it's just endearing.)
They get away to where the car that they were driving around is, but it's surrounded by zombies. The following moment is one of the cutest. He holds Julie's hand and walks towards the zombies... and they part for him. They get to the car right before a rushing mob of Bonies. They drive to a neighborhood that was last evacuated, so Julie thinks it will have food.
After finding a camera and having fun taking pictures, Julie goes to sleep, but not after inviting R to sleep on the floor beside her because the house freaked her out.  R gladly accepts, even though zombies can't sleep, or dream, which we have learnt earlier. They talk a little and R reveals to her that he ate Perry (the ex-boyfriend) and gives her his watch. She gets all sad and says she kind of figured that out, but didn't want to believe it, she then stops talking and goes to sleep.
Although R knows he can't sleep, he tries, and ends up being human enough to dream. His dream has Julie, her friend, and Perry. They interact with him and vice versa. When he wakes up, Julie is gone.

I'll stop now. Maybe there are some spoilers in there, but I tried to keep them out. Let's just say that Julie is gone and safe, but misses R. R is sad but things are happening with him, and the other zombies. The Bonies continue to be horrible jerks, and the humans pretty much follow suit.

This movie was weird in the sense that I unsure of who to be rooting for, like when the zombies attacked the survivors. I wanted R to not die, but the humans had save themselves and those at the safe place, but... it was conflicting.

I loved this movie, but I read the first page of the novel two seconds ago and they are already conflicting. One of the first things he says in the movie is "I can't remember my job, but my hoodie would suggest I was unemployed" and one of the first things in the book is him explaining how he was wearing a suit and must have been some sort of temp.

Oh, movie-book conflicts. You will always exist. I want to read the novel but I'm afraid that too many things will be different... I mean, I loved his hoodie, it was adorable, just like him, but if I read the book I'll have to reimagine him with a suit and then things will be all mixed up.

*Sigh*

First world problems.

My sister also look up the actor and he's freaking British and does NOT have cute hair and he's this fancy model guy and is Jennifer Lawrence's Ex! (no offense to those who like British guys, but I do not find it attractive)

I fell in love with the awesome-haired, hoodie wearing guy and he's this famous fancy British guy and it makes me sad.

Even more first world problems.


On another note, I had a dream about the zombie apocalypse. This isn't new to me, but at least in this dream there were actual zombies. Last dream was just me bugging out about it at my house.

The dream was weird and changed a lot, but it even had the Bonies in it. Actually, in the dream, the Bonies looked like Jake The Dog, from Adventure Time, if he stretched out his legs and was all dead and gross.
Yeah...
I think the best part of the dream was when I stabbed this guy in the heart with a pen. It was a guy I know from school, he's actually my locker neighbor, but it's not like I hate him, we barely talk. So that was weird.
But awesome.
So awesome.
I had two pens and I stabbed him with the right one and I missed, so I was twisted at this awkward angle and had to slam him right in the heart with my left one and I pulled them out and he fell down... and it was just AWESOME.

Yeah, well, we all already knew I was a weird freak, so I don't need to go over that again.

So, i give Warm Bodies two big thumbs up. It was so cute and awesome. It had comedy, romance, (a cute guy), and some exciting fight and chase scenes. I think it's worth at least checking out. My three months of waiting was not in vain. The only bad thing about it was that i was horribly jealous of Julie the whole time and when she would run away, i would be thinking "Leave her R, I'll never run away from you! Save me instead! I would cuddle you so hard core!"
Yeah, so there was that, but at times I could actually watch the movie without feeling jealous, so that was good... but more or less i sat there like this:

I'm sure i actually looked like that at some of the cute parts. It was quite an adorable movie. I know I've used that word a lot, but it was!


Alright, i'm sure this was a long enough post for now.
Recap: Warm Bodies was awesome and adorable
R is extremely cute, but not in real life.
Julie is stupid.
I am awesome.

UnicornSlayer

A Mix Of Chills, Not That Many Thrills, And my Amazement That I Still Have All My Toes

Post#36:

Cold. That pretty much sums things up for me now, as of lately.
Here, let me explain.
Let us jump back about... 9 days ago.

The Snowball dance.
No, I didn't go, I learned my lesson last dance. Two of my friends went and the rest of us met up at one of my friends house after exploring our great mall.
The only reason why these two days have anything to do with The Cold is because the dance is called The Snowball and snow is cold. I also just wanted to tell you of my fun weekend.

Anyways.

Lets go to about 6 days ago.

The day after Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Everyone still wants their sleep and weekends. So, the snow said, sure thing!
Two Hour delay!
Woooo!
I was unsure if I should wake up earlier and do some fun things in the morning to pump myself up for school, or if I should sleep until I almost miss the bus.
Option number two shined a little brighter when the time came.
School sucked.
The first semester was over so my friends who I have study hall with now have to go to gym instead. Now, I do enjoy some one-on-one, let's think about life, time with myself so this wasn't the worst problem.
No.
My worst problem.
The Cold.
The room I have study hall in is only used twice a day, and has this windows in the back that are just... cold.
I was going to move myself to the back so I could stay away from those I hate. (Perv King, for one) But I can't because the entire back row is either in front of the windows or in front of the heater that blows cold air.
Now, the seats are arranged in a loose horseshoe shape with three different levels (it used to be the music/chorus room) So, if you were looking from behind, so the horseshoe was in a U shape, I would be on the left tip.
Perv King and his lackey team of The Undesirables congealed over on the right tip, so even though I'm far away  from them, I still have to look at them... I can't look up in thought without staring at them.
Ugg.
(anyways, back to The Cold)
I seriously feels like someone had a window open in there. I don't like to sit down because the chairs are so cold. The whole period, I sit there shivering!

It's horrible.

The Cold's arms snake up my legs and hug tight around my stomach while its hands and fingers grab at my neck and head.

Oh God.
Please no.

Let's jump ahead a day after that.
A refreshing two hour delay delighted us all.
What could be better?
How about...

Another Two Hour delay?!
Two two hour delays in a row.
After that, expectations were high and we were let down by the school board.

Now, enter Saturday.
My sister wanted to try out some things for her senior pictures, so my mother, brother and I went out in the cold with her as she flung around snow.
Then my dad got this great idea about some of the places in the woods surrounding our house.
We trekked in the woods, singing loving songs about SlenderMan, whistling the Hunger Games whistle, and in the end we danced Gangnam Style in the snow, and quoted PewDiePie.
It was odd.
When we got home we then watched The Hunger Games so my dad would understand what we were talking about.
It was cold and uphill and my legs ached and my toes were numb.

Enter Sunday.
We went to the area around our camp. My sister was ice skating on a frozen creek.
It was pretty cool.
And Cold.
The Cold.
My sister was in a dress and I was in a sweatshirt and coat.
I have to admire her for that.
My toes weren't just numb, but pained.
We got some good pictures though.

Now, we go to today.
Better than a two hour delay?
Cancelation!
Woo!
I even got up today and ate breakfast and finished the Reeses Puffs!
But still, I didn't want to get up, so things were all good.
Today was actually quite warm, at least it was inside in my room.

But still.....

The Cold controls my life.
It's always there, a constant reminder of the bad.
Just waiting for the moment to jump on me.
To take me over.
I wish I could fend it off, but it's stronger than me.
Powerless.

*Sigh*

I truly and honestly hate winter. And we're only about halfway through it.
I thought the only reason why I hated it was because I'm a summer baby and it's natural to hate the opposite season, but... I really hate winter! I do.
Too cold. Too much school. Too much depression abound because of the cold and school.
Freaking winter.

This is UnicornSlayer, leaving you with her words of wisdom: Winter... it really freaking sucks!

UnicornSlayer

A Mixture Of Things You've Missed... With Spider-Man!

Post #35:

Another sun sets on a cold winter night and again I felt the cool hands of shame grip my heart.

So, it's been about a month.
It's been awhile; I've thought a lot of things, most of those things were things I was thinking of adding as quick little side notes, but now I guess they're going to make an entire post. I've experienced Christmas, the 21st apocalypse, annoying children, and I've sadly lost the font that I used for signature. I've been sick twice and missed some school. I currently need lunch money for said school. I'm pumped for Being Human to come out on Monday, and I've finished a book series.
Where should I begin?

Well, I'll just start by explaining my lost font, because I just discovered that five minutes ago and I am utterly heart broken and shocked.
For Christmas, I have received the gift of a new laptop. It is a "HP ENVY dv6 Notebook PC" I guess you can google that if you want to see what it looks like. It has Windows 8, which means it has this fancy tiled display and it freaked me out because I thought that I wasn't going to have an actual desktop. Then I found the desktop icon and it's all good now.
I had to download Microsoft office 2010, which I
 guess is just as good as 2007, and better, except for the freaking fact that it doesn't have this one font called "Blackadder ITC" I very much enjoyed this font because I found it to be the perfect mix of creepy and pretty. I've actually thought of it as the progeny of the Chiller font and Curls/Cursive fonts. Now i'm really juiced off because it's not there anymore and my pretty fonts have been replaced by Calibri or Arial or something. Makes me mad. My signature probably wont be fancy for this post unless I find the font and download it before publishing this.

Anyways, let me go one with the not-so-current happenings.

I think the first thing that I've thought about and then thought "Haha, that sounds like something to ad

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d in a post" was another reason why I'm happy to be a girl. Sure, you have the obvious things, like: I don't have to be a perv my whole life, and, gym class won't be a competition, and, I don't have to love girls' breasts to be socially acceptable (I guess as a guy that may just come naturally, if I wanted to be socially acceptable, meh, who knows because, thankfully, I am a girl and don't have to think about that) Well, I thought of another reason.
(keep in mind this was thought of around the holiday season) My reason is: I never have to even consider being a mall santa for a job. You know how much that job would suck? Well, being a girl, I never have to consider it at any point in my life.
WOO!

The second thing I thought of goes hand-in-hand with the first time I was sick, with a stomach bug. I was wondering if they make fruit milk. There's almond milk, vanilla milk, chocolate milk, and strawberry milk, but is there a such thing as fruit punch milk? (I thought of this after eating Fruit Loops cereal) Now, this is something that, for some reason, if my stomach ever hurts, I automatically start thinking of this, because it is gross, and my brain hates me and wants me to feel bad. I saw a commercial for something that I think was a milk product. It looked pink in the glass and the guy was like "it can replace your morning orange juice" or something like that, and then he went on about the "protein" in it. When I hear "protein" I think of raw eggs. This drink was the color of peptobismal, which is a medicine, and then there's this whole fruit milk thing. Whenever I get sick I imagine that little girl drinking the milk with raw eggs mixed into it, and afterwords it tastes like a mix of cherry medicine (which almost made me puke after taking it in my earlier life) and then it also tastes like fruit
Just... disgusting. I don't even know what the product was, though; I haven't seen the commercial in a while. I just... every time my stomach remotely hurts (like it does pretty much every morning in first period for some reason) I just think of how gross it must be and my stomach hurts worse! It makes me so mad and... disgusted...
This all happened the second to last week of school, before Christmas break. So it was a while ago, and it still haunts my head...
BLECH!

Now, on a happier note. Christmas! For Christmas, I've gotten this laptop I am currently typing away on (the pressure I need to press the down the buttons still feels a little foreign) I've gotten clothes, new earbuds, a whole mess of books (one of them was the second in the Slayer Chronicles! I decided that staying up until 1 to finish it was more important then being mentally present in school the next day, when I read it) One of them was the last in the Hush, Hush saga, which I just finished today in school. I'm not one for books in which love is 50% of the conflict, but it was pretty good. This is the previously mentioned finished book series.
BOOKS!

I survived the December 21st apocalypse, obviously. I think I spent most of my day sleeping, anyways.
ZZZZ!

Now, this is something that severely made me angry, one random day at lunch. If you know me, you know of my love of Spiderman. I'm wearing a Spiderman shirt right now as I type this. I think it's a guys' shirt though, and I constantly find it in laundry baskets going to my brother's room. I also have a Spiderman poster above my bed. Anyways, I didn't hear the beginning of the fight, but there was a group of guys, a year younger than me, I think, and they were trying to convince one of their friends of why Batman was better than Spiderman. Alright, you're allowed to have your own opinions (even though you're freaking wrong!) but the reasons they were giving their friend were totally bogus! They didn't know anything legit about Spiderman and it freaking showed!
One of their stupid reasons why were because: "Spiderman only has, like, four villains."

The Spiderman Facepalm!

*look at picture now*

It was clear that they have only watched the movies and NOT the animated series as wholeheartedly as I. They then named the villains from the movies. (Doctor Octopus,Green Goblin, Sandman, Venom, and Dr. Connors/The Lizard) I actually don't even remember them naming Venom... Anyways, i'm standing there in the long lunch line wanting them to slap them in the face as they went on with another "reason"
"His villians are only created being he was screwing around and being stupid" (or something like that) "Do you think The Lizard would be around if he wasn't screwing around?"
That one made me mad. I haven't watched the newest Spiderman movie, but The Lizard wasn't Peter's fault.
Dr. Connors lost his an arm in a war and in his desperation to have it, he experimented by injecting himself with lizard DNA because lizards can regrow limbs (Ha, it makes you wonder how different things would have turned out if he injected himself with starfish DNA instead!) One night it was just too much for his body to handle and, after re-growing his arm, he transformed into the Lizard. Peter had nothing to do with it! Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING. It was all because of a certain Dr. Curt/Kurt Connors and his want for what he wasn't meant to have.
There goes one of their stupid reasons. They also touched on that "He provoked the Green Goblin"

REALLY

*look at picture*

Norman Osborne was a power hungry man, mentally unstable after being exposed to a steroid-like gas. The only thing Spiderman ever did to him was befriend his son and then try to stop him after he went insane. He did no provoking on his part.

 Let me go back to that one reason I never resolved: "He only has four villains, Batman has a bunch" (they then named Batman villains and the previously mentioned Spiderman villains.[Doctor Octopus, Green Goblin, Sandman, Venom, and Dr. Connors/The Lizard]) Mkay, have you ever heard of the Hobgoblin? Carnage? Mysterio? The Vulture? Rhino? Scorpion? Electro? Tombstone? Shocker? Chameleon? Hydro-Man? Kraven the Hunter? Michael Morbius, who was a vampire! He fought against Alistair Smtyhe and the Kingpin! He fought Blade! He fought the Punisher! He fought Wolverine for God's sake!  Have you ever heard of the Insidious/Sinister Six? Their name right there implies that there are more than four villains. He even fought the Red Skull! Yeah, Spiderman was the creator of all of his four enemies. You got me with that one.

Another reason: "Spiderman is a total D-bag because he takes pictures of himself for the newspaper and keeps everyone else from the job."
What?! Excuse me, but I'm sorry if the man is trying to make a living. I'm sorry that not everyone is born into a billionaire family with a butler and a mansion. And if he didn't have that job then someone else would just be taking up the position and keep everyone else out of the job anyways.

"His parents didn't even like him and disowned him"


Getting Real Tired of Your Crap

*look at picture*

Richard and Mary Parker worked with the O.S.S. the C.I.A. and S.H.E.I.L.D. They were working on a case in which they were investigating the third Red Skull in Russia, posing as turncoat, double agents. Their cover was blown and the Finisher sabotaged their plane. They were presumed dead at the scene. (Peter later learns of this and goes to Russia where he learns of the truth and clears their names)

Another reason was that "Batman has a utility belt with a whole bunch of weapons and Spiderman only has webs" I don't mean to provoke a fight here, but if Batman lost his belt, he'd be screwed.

The last stupid reason was something weak and untrue, like the rest of the reasons, but it was dumbest of all "Batman has helped fight terrorists, Spiderman hasn't."
*Look at picture again*

Spiderman, and his parents, had helped fight the Red Skull. The Red freaking Skull. Who has been incarnated as two Nazi agents and a soviet agent. No terrorists, my butt.

Sadly, I did not make any of these points to the guys in line because I knew I would stumble under the pressure, say something wrong, not be able to say anything, and the latter. I failed to avenge Spiderman's awesomeness.
I failed.
I'M SORRY!

I think the last thing I need to touch on is the second time I was sick, which was a week ago, I think. I missed the first two days back to school after Christmas break. I was weak and had cold/hot flashes. but it didn't last for long.
YAY!

And now I just want to go all happy-weird about how excited I am for Being Human to be coming back on Monday! Monday at 9PM will be the moment I've since March for. March. Do you know how long I've waited? Oh God, I can't wait! I went to a New Years party at Lewis/Abby's house and she has Netflix so we watched the first couple episodes of season 1 (which I never watched) and it got me all pumped up again. We even got Anonymous a little bit hooked on it!
CAN'T WAIT! CAN'T WAIT! CAN'T WAIT!

Alright, so that seems to be the only things you've missed out on because my horrible tendencies to slack.
To make up for it, please enjoy these captioned pictures of my cat when she was a kitten!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hope you've enjoyed my LOL cat!

(I hope my LOL cat makes up for my neglect!)

 

This is UnicornSlayer saying, Spiderman is awesome! If you differ, I'll be at your doorstep ready to argue with you unless you present relevant data!

 

UnicornSlayer

My Low Standards For Awesome-ness... Still Pretty Awesome, Though

Post #34: (This post has not been made or worded in any way that intended to offend. I was just poking fun! [you'll understand what i mean in the second part])

So, i decided to check my email and after going through 17-out-of-19 messages about Pinterest that i don't really care about (I don't care that whoever-whoever liked my pin, it's not like i found the pin myself and then pinned it up, i was just exploring the Geek/Humor section and stumbled upon it! It's technically not even mine!)

And then there was a message about YouTube and someone replied to one of my comments (my 19th was a reply too, but i'll get to that later, i don't want to put in my angry eyes right this second) So, yeah, sometimes i comment on videos if it made me laugh or there was a part i liked, you know, that usual crud. (it's the reason why made a YouTube channel, to comment and subscribe to people!)
Anyways, i didn't even remember the comment or the video in question, but i opened the email and it was a random person who commented a random time on the video (i don't even know what he wanted me to see because going to 8:15 had nothing to do with either my comment or the video itself, because nothing monumental was happening at that moment that was worth notice...*shrug*)
Because i didn't even remember the video i click on the link and i looked at it and i was like: "Oh, yeah, i remember this." and i scrolled down a little...  And I Was Second Top Comment.
I
Was
Second
Top
Comment

Second
Top
Comment

TOP
COMMENT

TOP!

(By now you are understanding the title of this post.)

Sorry, i can't tell you which video it was because my real name kind of, sort of, shows through in my username. But! It was a PewDiePie video!
(i knew good was to come by watching those!)

It wasn't even that good of a comment, a little funny maybe, but it was a time in the video and a funny comment on what was happening. It was ten words, maximum. (look at me being all modest  L= )



Parte de dos:
So that was my awesome moment of the day. I obviously don't get those daily, though, because if i did this blog would be exploding with epic stories.

Now, for my angry moment of the day
No, it was not in History class when our substitute teacher wouldn't stop telling his personal stories about immigration. Or when i was sitting there during his stories and studying for the 2 minute quick test he was supposed to be giving. Or when he gave us ten minutes to study after the stories, then preceded to tell another story, and then said, "Alright, you have ten minutes to study." OR when we got the test and i finished it in 10 seconds and everyone was like "Oh wow, she must have cheated, how did she do that so fast?"
It was a test with 10 questions, multiple choice. *eyes roll*

My real angry moment, in which i'm explaining to Anonymous right now as we speak and taking my real nice and easy time to do so, well it was the 19th message, also from YouTube.

PewDie is playing a game called Scribblenauts (it's hilarious the way he plays it, it probably wouldn't be as fun in real life, though)
The point of the game is that you have a magical notebook that spawns whatever you write in it and you're supposed to use it to help people and the magic of helping people will save your sister, who is turning to stone because you played a mean prank on some guy, and blah, blah, blah.
Now, this game has a knack for references.
PewDie has spawned Nyan Cat, Keyboard Cat, Hipsters (tried spawning Slenderman)... and, YES, he has even spawned a Rideable  Flying, Giant, Stephano. And Mr. Chair too.
So, i had an Ah-Ha moment and commented something like this:
"PewDie! Try to spawn yourself! If they *(As in the creators)* know about Stephano, then they probably know about you too!"

(i hope that doesn't land in top comments [although i'm not that confident in my comment-making skills] or everyone will sort of kind of know my name)

How cool would it be for PewDie to be on a Giant, Rideable, Flying, PewDiePie?
Really cool.

So, you all understand what i meant by my comment right? Well some guy replied to me with something like this:
*facepalm*
PewDie came up with Stephano, not the creators

WHAT?

Did my comment even sound like in anyway that i meant that the game created Stephano. No!
Don't you DARE facepalm to me when i'm well aware of what i'm talking about!
At that moment my inner ghetto black woman came out and i snapped my finger and rotated my head and was thinking: "Oh Heh, no!" (Heh, as in heck of course)

My reply was really nice though and was something like:
"Oh, i know that, sorry for making it sound like how you thought i meant by it. =)"

But in my head i was like:
"Don't you dare ever facepalm in my direction again, or i will let my inner ghetto black woman out all over you and you will regret it, child!" (meant to be said like a ghetto black woman)

It just made me mad.
I hope it wasn't someone who was trolling me because, if that's so, the troll won.
(well, YouTube doesn't know that because of my nice and considerate revision on my comment, but i guess that everyone knows my true feelings, now)

Alright this was supposed be a 5 second post but i just got so into it and that stupid child who thought he could facepalm in my direction, seriously, the comment was as plain and clear, seriously, if i ever...

This is UnicornSlayer saying: "Ah man, Shanaynay is coming back out, someone help me... like how that stupid little white boy is going to need help after i find him! I'll bring my brother out too so he can hold my earrings while i whoop his scrawny little..."

                                                 Unicorn Slayer

My Friday (so far)

Post #33:

If you're wondering why i've been so active with my blogging... well... i honestly don't know, guys. I just have.
I guess i'm just trying to give you guys something to look forward to. Just something part of some-what daily routine. Like: Watch PewDiePie videos, Watch Cry videos, check iFunny, check email, check UnicornSlayer's blog.
( =) I'm sure the first part is just part of my daily schedule.)

So my Friday so far, i guess pretty good.
A little chilly though, but i guess pretty good... Well i had to wear my third best pair of pants today because My 1st are going through the laundry and my 2nd has freaking gum on the knee from when i crossed my legs or something and it bumped some gum under my desk in chemistry. Made me so mad.
Anyways, my 3rd best are boot cut and not the comfortable and sometimes they're flood jeans.
So that added some suck to the day, but i guess it was still okay.
The worst of the day was probably History because we had to watch a movie that didn't have to do anything with history at all, pretty much. This History class is a blow off class so no one payed attention to movie. I worked on my PewDiePie collage of pictures and worked on touching up my drawing of a Bro (monster from Amnesia)
And of course, because History sucks so bad and things just had to suck more, my seat is by the Perv King (i think i mentioned this before, so sorry if you already knew that) He was out in all of his Perverted glory. I don't want to repeat what he said because it's against my morals to even say Heck. (I know that seems a little weird because i've said things like slut before... but it's a little different to write that than say that. I don't like saying that aloud and i try my best to keep my words as clean as possible, but when you're in High School, well, it has a way of spoiling the youngest of fruits. [weird analogy there]) It was horrible. Anonymous was laughing and it was disgusting. I didn't want to move because we were supposed to be watching the movie (even thought the teacher knew we weren't watching it and was actually talking to us too)  but i didn't want to move and turn attention towards myself and sit in the back and just draw and make him think i wasn't paying attention, even though he wouldn't have cared.
But, i have an aversion to getting in trouble (a good fear to have, i suppose) and i didn't want to move.
So, i sat there.
And listened to the sexual questions asked by the Perv King to the girl in front of me (she probably like it though, considering how she never told him to leave her alone, or moved from her seat, or told the teacher)
I am the master of the Poker Face when it comes to things like this. I mean, it i played the game where you can't laugh or you lose, well i would suck at, and at actual Poker, too (even though i have no idea how to play that...  honestly, no idea)

That reaaaally sucked. But then during the next period, study hall, i made a Cry-lage (like a PDP collage, but with Cry's avatar with different emotions)
So my day wasn't really ruined.

The only sucky part of my day was when i was getting on the bus to go home and i tripped going up the stairs. It was awkward. I shook it off, but it was still awkward.
Right now i'm watching a three-episode-of-Doctor-Who marathon.
I don't know why but i always expect a weeping angel attack. The first episode I've ever watched was an extremely sad episode about weeping angels in which they go to the future and they find an older Rory who dies and all this other stuff and the weeping angels are evil and they built the hotel place and then there's a book that tells of the future but you can't read it or it will finalize the future and present day Rory kills himself so a paradox will be created and everything works out and they go to the present and fixed the future but then Rory is taken off guard and attack by an angel and Amy sacrifices herself to be with Rory and it's all really sad... but something that i don't understand is that there are new episodes on, right, so i guess they didn't die... It's confusing a little, but at least i can enjoy all the witty and quirky things the Doctor does in older episodes and random marathons. I guess that's the beauty of starting a show that has been on for so long and is so beloved... you have so much to watch and you're pretty sure it's going to be good.

Anyways, i don't know how i went on talking about a show that i've only watched about five and half episodes of, but... as i was saying...

My Friday has been generally boring.
I wish i could spin you a tale of passion, adventure, wit, and fun, all tied up with my heroics and the defeat of evil, but, i'm sorry, my life isn't that exciting. I wish i could tell you that i've run away with the Doctor and stared at angels at the same time I've met my 30 year old daughter (or something along the lines of an actual plot of one episode) but my life isn't that interesting and fun.
I wish i could tell you something that would make you extremely excited to see that i've posted something new... but i just can't.

Sorry (oh geez, i just realized that my inner voice is sounding British)

So, the most exciting thing i've thought about today is that i can stay up until 4 AM watching videos and sleep until 4 PM afterwards. Oh, the weekend, the joys you bring me. (unless my family wants me to be social for some reason)

So that kind of explains what i'll be doing for the next two days. So if i don't post, then i guarantee that you didn't miss anything.

(i just realized that i start a lot of my paragraphs with "So")

Okay, i just watched a really weird episode of Doctor Who. Apparently the doctor is going to die... but it was made in 2011, I'm sure i would have noticed on Pinterest if there was a 12th Doctor.

So

I guess i'm going to watch it and see if i can understand what happens...

This is UnicornSlayer leaving you with the message of: "Tick, Tock, goes the clock..."

                                                    Unicorn Slayer