Saturday, April 27, 2013

Look! Links! You can click them! .....................Please?

Hey, remember when I used to write on Wattpad?
              I'm baaaaaaack. And I made this:
Dream Sequence   
And this little mini-thing:
Forget-Me-Not and Other Strange Stories Preview
AND NO ONE HAS LOOKED AT IT AT ALL.
So this is me promoting them because of the same reasons I briefly mentioned a bonkabazillion months ago. And I just saw I have 1200 pageviews even. So yay. Even numbers! 
             So the Car Show thing I ranted about was got out of the way. It wasn't nearly as tiresome as I thought it'd be, even if I did stay up to two in the morning. Lack of foresight on me.  Now that looming thing is out of the way, my required effort for school has gone down 20%. It's almost May, and we have 19 days left as of Monday, and that's not counting weekends. Now it's just bus, cafeteria, gym, spanish, civics, band, bus, home, repeat as necessary for a little bit longer. Now the only thing is the Spring Concert.
            I'm not sure how to wrap this up, I really just wrote this to link my Wattpad stuff and it just looked so empty. It's the point of the year when the sun's getting all shiny and weather is not oven-y fiery death and it's all green and flowers outside...
... and I am a glowering zombie putting as little effort into existing as possible.
Because school is at that point where it's so close to summer and suddenly we have ten-day school weeks and it seems like it's so close and yet... so... far...
Okay, so I'm bored now. I'll be back when something actually stimulating happens.
Like if the Doctor comes over.
Or Bunny gains the ability to speak english.
'Bye.
T.Y.G.E.R.

Friday, April 26, 2013

I Can See the End!

            We are slooooooowly inching our way to the end of the school year. Honestly, it should've ended last week, but nooo. Four weeks and two. Goddang. Days. Until. Freeeeeedom. And then I can spend days without counting up until friday. And then the horrible gnawing sense of despair haunting all of Sunday. Yep. Dread, resignation, determination, elation, contentment. And Saturday I have to go to a school event for a grade. And I found out my parents have to pay to get in. I understand this. I dislike it. But I understand.
            So thanks to weather our internet signal is being a twat. And I haven't got enough willpower to put up with a petulant Youtube. I don't think anybody does really. When it decides it doesn't want to work, it's not going to work. Spotify is cutting out every five seconds, and this sort of thing makes me a really annoying person. 
            Okay. I'm done ranting. You've probably all left by now. Bye, those people... hmm. Soooo... yeah. Oooh! Today on that ten-minute news thing our Civics teacher shows us there was a bit: Apparently you can sign up to get sent over to Mars in '22. BUT YOU CAN NEVER COME BACK.
Us Doctor Who fans know that can't turn out well.
Sorry, but Waters of Mars has cemented my decision to not move to a new planet. Thanks. G'Bye, bye!
But I'll be 23 when they get sent off, how flippin' cool is that?!
             Now I have started a new paragraph under the assumption I still have things to say. I want to blab about my new characters. But I sorta need to draw you people a picture. Literally. It's just easier than taking a jab at a describing what now is actually pretty vague. All the other times I've explained I had my journal to point at and say 'This is who this is.' and 'Ignore my caricature of the 11th Doctor, I was practicing drawing profiles.' Among other things. I'll get back to this when the internet's better.
T.Y.G.E.R.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Six Flags

            Yeah, so my last post was a bit weird... And I meant to write about our trip to Six Flags opening day, which was ruined by evil cheerleaders and the only ride we went on was the Cyclone. Then Rosie dragged us to Bugs Bunny Land and went on Tweetie's Clubhouse. That was painful to watch. (Her 'WTH am I doing?' face though...) It's like Acrophobia... but so lame it doesn't even amuse 90% of the toddlers. They don't so much fake the kids out, they downright rock them to sleep... 
             Okay, in a terrific show of why I shouldn't just leave in the middle of a post. (I just did it again, too.) We've suddenly fast-forwarded to the second day of Spring Break. We went to Six Flags again Easter, the exact opposite of opening day. I rode many rides multiple times and Rosie went on two whole rides (I think. She didn't count the log ride as a coaster.).
And now we're going again with one of Rose's friends. Yay.
T.Y.G.E.R.