CHERRY MISTMAS! ♥

Oh my god. I can't believe it's Christmas Eve. Things have gone by so fast.

But that's what everyone says.

My dad wants me to make a blog, but I don't really want to tell him that I already did, nearly a year ago, and that I talk about a bunch of things he does on it.

I have gotten a shitload of socks. Seriously.

I make it my personal goal to wear them all. I'm wearing my vanilla-scented ones right now.

I still know that a bunch of people never comment and never rate, but view my blog. What should I supply you with?

...

Screw it. I'm not supplying you with anything. Just keep reading.

I was going to mention that I just added the peanut butter and jelly sandwich to the back of the title. It has nothing to do with the blog itself, but I love it. I found it by typing 'LISTEN HOT STUFF' into Google Images.

Which brings me to another point. I can see how you find my blog. And I see that someone found my blog by typing 'Why can't we all wear loincloths' into Google.

I was actually going to write a whole post about them, but then I thought ''It would be awfully weird if you didn't tell anyone that you type Ke$ha lyrics into Google when you're bored."

Hyperbole and a Half has become one of my passions. Seriously.

So has Harry Potter. I need the second book. Like, now.

Don't spoil it for me, please. I know enough about it to ruin a good bit.

I'll update this tommorrow. My stomach hurts too much to write anymore. Oh wait. I'll write some more, nevermind.

For dinner, guess what I made? Madartej, or ouefs da la neige (or something like that). It's like vanilla cream/custard with little edible styrofoam puffs.

I named the puffs Uofies.

My dad made this fish soup (delicious). You're supposed to make it with trout, but he just dug through the freezer and dumped whatever he could find into the pot. He found salmon, shrimp, and clams.

My mom made a big, delicious German Chocolate cake with little pink hearts on as a topping.

Alright, I'll seriously update this tommorrow.

My Thouhts On Staying Up Late

NEVER DO EET.

YOU WILL END UP LIKE ME.

My friend showed me a website called Hyperbole and a Half, and after nearly coughing up a lung from laughing, I thought it was time to draw a simple picture of what I thought about the website.



So after this dramatic 'outlet of human energy'.

It's me riding on the back of a goose.

I seriously need to lay off eating sandwiches and hot chocolate after 10 pm.

I mean.

BWAHAAHHAHAHHAHA.

I can be simple sometimes, but now I'm just mentally insane.

I know how happy you must be that I posted.

I saw a Chicago Bulls game yesterday.

It was...weird.

I'm going to go take a nice long nap now...

Changes...

Yep, the blog changed, in honor of Chicago 2010's first snow on December 1st. I know it's the 4th. Deal with it.

Also, I changed the font and the colors and the background. If you can't read this, deal with it.

If the text is too small, I'll give you three options: 1. Suck it up. 2. Get a magnifying glass. or 3. Push 'Ctrl' and '+' a bunch of times to zoom in.

It'll be Saint Nicholas Day on...Monday, but my family held it today and I got pressies :3

Presents, I mean.

I got wonderous fur-lined snow boots, along with some gloves. I got chocolate flavored like eggnog, pie, and peppermint, which I'm eating right now.

After I opened a bunch more things (fine, not a bunch), and my dad opened his 8-piece knife set, I suggested that we make...Ready for it?

CHARLIEISSOCOOLLIKE ULTIMATE BURGERS. OH YES. YOU READ THAT RIGHT.

No. There's a channel on YouTube called SortedFood Right here and they featured charlieissocoollike to make inside out burgers with them.

And that's here...

So we made that for lunch. They turned out pretty good, except I got the biggest one, so I only ate...that one, leaving my parents to eat 5 burgers.

I stupidly bought 12 hamburger buns. I thought the burgers would be smaller, since there were 2 pounds of beef. Two pounds of cow.

And instead of pretty-cheap American cheese, I decided to use my dad's expensive Gouda cheese, covered in cheese wax and all.

So it was delicious.

I must say that I don't post often, and I really know that. You don't need to tell me. But I have, em, a life and places to go, so I can't post everyday. I admire you if you can. Slightly. Not.

I also noticed that in my last post I was pretty angry at something.

That post got a one star review. I'd like to know that person. Why one star?

People, if you must rate me, then at least mark a tag. Then I'll understand what was wrong with the post. If you can't leave a comment.

I mean, the one star person could have marked it because they hated me. Or because they disagree. They thought I was too whiny. Or simply because their mouse slipped. I'll never know.

And if you don't speak much English but want to leave a comment, go ahead and do so in your own languague, I have Google Translate to help me.

I've gotten a lot of viewers from Russia and Denmark lately, so if you want to leave a comment in Russian or...Denmarkish (I know that's not right), feel free?

I think that'll be all.

I Hate...

I feel like ranting. Don't take it personally.

Here gose nothing.

I hate the word 'duh'. I hate it when it's obivious, and that I'm such an idiot to see it a different way.
I hate being called an idiot.
I hate getting less views because I don't post (DUUUUH).
I hate that I get pressured into writing posts.
I hate being called ugly.
I hate these teeth.
I hate that I can't tell this to anyone in person.
I hate that I can't be mean.
I hate that there's a rule against going up to people and punching them in the face.
I hate self control.
I hate that if I get kicked in the shin, nothing happens, who cares. I hate that if I touch you, you cry.
I hate that I'm supposed to care.
I hate that you don't.
I hate that if you read this, you'll be tempted to leave a comment. 'I don't care. You just suck.'
I hate that no matter how many times you tell me, I'll forget.
I hate that I can't even control myself typing this. I just am.
I hate that I can write a thing like this and not feel guilty.
I hate people who think that the world will end because of __Insert self-absorbed word here___.
I hate that I can't fly.
I hate that I can't MAKE THEM SHUT UP.
I hate when people lie to me.
I hate when I hate things.
I hate when I feel sympathy for things that deserve none.
I hate...I hate being hopeless.
I hate when you ridicule me. You never had permission. Only he is the one I allow to call me an elephant and get away with it.
I hate those girls. The ones who think they have it all.
I hate...puberty x3
I hate it when they tell me to lose the attitude. Look who's talking.
I hate it when people yell louder when you tell them to shut up. (ex. 'Dude, shut up.' 'DON'T YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP! WHAT DID YOU JUST TELL ME?')
I hate it when I wish it would all be over.
I hate homework.
I hate eating Expo markers.
I hate that there can only be one lucky girl.
I hate that whether or not it's me, I'll feel guilty.
I hate that I grew up.
I hate this list.

Good bye. ♥ I love you.

Only if you're someone I love, however.