How do you expect me?

Hola. Whoa. This is really small.

Okay. Let's start off with a song that was stuck in my head today as I did something which I wil tell you about later.

No Air - Jordan Sparks Feat. Chris Brown (Many thank yous to lyricsyoulove.com)

Tell me how I'm supposed 2 breathe with No Air?

[Jordin Sparks:]If I should die before I wake

It's cause you took my breath away

Losing you is like living in a world with no air Oh

[Chris Brown:]I'm here alone didn't wanna leave

My heart won't move it's incomplete

If there was a way that I could make you understand

[Hook: Jordin Sparks]But how do you expect me to live alone with just me?

cause my world revolves around you it's so hard for me to breathe

[Chrous: Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown]Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air?

Can't live, can't breathe with no air

It's how I feel whenever you ain't thereIt's no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep

Tell me how you gon breathe without me?

If you ain't here I just can't breathe

It's no air, no air

No air, air [x4]

[Chris Brown:]I walk, I ran, I jump, I flew

Right off the ground to float to you

WIth no gravity to hold me down forreal

[Jordin Sparks:]But somehow I'm still alive inside

You took my breathe but I survived

I don't how but I don't even care

[Hook: Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown]So how do you expect me to live alone with just me?

cause my world revolves around you it's so hard for me to breathe

[Chrous: Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown]Tell me how I'm supposed 2 breathe with no air?

Can't live, can't breathe with no air

It's how I feel whenever you ain't there

It's no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep

Tell me how you gon breathe without me?I

f you ain't here I just can't breathe

It's no air, no airNo air, air [x4]

No more

It's no air, no air

[Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown:] OH[

Chrous: Jordin Sparks&Chris Brown]Tell me how I'm supposed 2 breathe with no air?

Can't live, can't breathe with no air

It's how I feel whenever you ain't there

It's no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep

Tell me how you gon breathe without me?

If you ain't here I just can't breathe

It's no air, no air

No air, no air [x4][faded]

Now that this is over, we can talk on about more stuff. I had a wonderful day today! Well, not exactly wonderful, but the rain pouring makes me feel extremely calm, for some odd reason.

Rain!Rain!Glorious Rain!

I'm singing in the rain! Just singing in the rain!!! Okay, no, not really. I am not singing in the rain. If I was singing in the rain, how in the sane world would I be able to hold on to my computer and my black umbrella while swinging around a lamp post? Exactly. Silly mind, you have.

But yes, it is raining. And although I would rather much to be singing in it than here, talking to you...again, no offense intended, I shall have to because my back is killing me and it would be most unfortunate to be swinging around the lamp post and then crack.

Anyways, I shall tell you of my adventure with the umbrella, which by the way broke. How depressing it is, I know, but it is all wind's fault.

I was bringing the trash can into the garage when I accidentally stepped into a humungous puddle. The water splashed on my jeans, my umbrella upturned, and the rain was beating my back, but I still managed to get that humungous garbage can in the garage. A very thrilling story, I must agree.

Qua-a-a-dratic Formula

In school, I will not tell you what the name of the school is so you won't bring a gun to it and start shooting random people. Well, I would allow you to shoot the teachers. Oh, sorry, my apologies. Shoot them right at the heart. Except for the janitors. Janitors don't get the appreciation they deserve. From now on, my school is called Pillowcase Academy. Hopefully, there is not such thing as a Pillowcase Academy. If so, my apologies, and where is the application to join? Anywho, in Pillowcase Academy, we are learning the Quadratic Formula. If you will, please, go to youtube.com and type Quardratic Formula song and click on the one with legos on it. Yes, that's the one. Just wait three minutes and then you will see the lego person die! Muah, ha, ha!

President's Day

As always, I am late in knowing what is going on around me. There was a reason I didn't go to Pillowcase Academy, and the reason you either didn't go to work or school is because yesterday was President's Day! Who knew? I know I didn't. So anyways, who is your favorite president? Lincoln, you say? My, you just copied Obama. And you over there in the red, you say you like Bush? Which one? The junior! Okay then, if that is your liking. Mine, if you really must know, which you must, is George Washington. After all, he helped America up and was the one who first ran it. He liked peace *holds up peace sign* and did not have a party he was loyal to, much like me. George Washington forever! Did you know, there's a person in my school named George Washington? No lies. You can put that...what was it called in Harry Potter, the thing you drank and you had to tell the truth? Well, yes, you can stick that what was it called in Harry Potter, the thing you drank and you had to tell the truth down my throat and I would say, "There is a person in my school named George Washington!" Anyways, much off subject now are, we? George Washington is also my favorite president because everything I know about presidents is about him. I know Bush, but IMO George Washington is much, much better. Although I must say, the wig is not exactly my taste.

Substitute

Today during Pillowcase Academy, we had a substitute. I forgot his name, but he was Indian and could not speak very good English. The most irnoic thing, was that he was subbing for an English Language Arts class. He did not say anything except for roll call, where he pronounced multiple names incorrectly. Aggravated, I did not know what to do. So I didn't do anything. It is not his fault, I suppose, although I was extremely irked with him at the time. I must say, I felt a bit pity, too. But now my grade will go lower, and that extinguishes all my pity.

School

It seems that all my topics today are about school. Dratted, blasted, bloody school. Well, I have another school story for you. Today, someone came to our classroom and

UNFINISHED

Are we human...?

hello again! if you could not tell before, I get bored quite easily and have now come back and I believe 24 hours has not even passed yet.

Let us start off with a...queer song, I must say.

Human - The Killers (or I believe, this is what it is called. Thanks to songmeanings.net for lyrics)

I did my best to notice

When the call came down the line

Up to the platform of surrender

I was brought but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous

When I see an open door

Close your eyes, clear your heart

Cut the cord

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue

Send my condolences to good

Hear my regards to soul and romance

They always did the best they could

And so long to devotion

It taught me everything I know

Wave goodbye, wish me well

You've gotta let me go

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

Will your system be alright

When you dream of home tonight

There is no message we're receiving

Let me know, is your heart still beating?

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

You've gotta let me know

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

I am afraid I don't no quite what this all means. Are we human, or are we dancer? Some people argue it's denser, although when I hear the song, I think they mean 'dancer'. Although denser would make much more sense, it is an insult to the human race. And if you think about it, denser does not make much sense either.

Now on to more redundant topics. I do not care if I used that word the wrongly. Yes, wrongly is a word. I bet you one hundred dollars. Mua ha! Mua, ha ha ha! Yes, I am correct. As per usual. Now I am a hundred dollars richer! What is that, you say? You don't have a hundred dollars? What a spoil sport.

The Digital Transition Has Been Postponed!

Oh, dear. I am afraid that I am correct, as per usual.

Today, while reading Brisingr, I found out that today was February 16. Extremely smart, I am.

"Oh," I had remarked. "Tomorrow is the transition for digital TV."

"It got postponed," someone (whom we will not name) informed me, "to June."

"June!" I exclaimed, attention diverted from the wedding preparations I was reading between two somebody's whom we will also not name, for I don't want to give you spoilers. Okay, Roran and Katrina. I am sorry. I couldn't help myself. "How stupid, all this hype for naught."

Then News Channel () began talking more about Digital TV Transition. I left the room.

It is all too much, really. They supposedly ran out of coupons, If you haven't a converter box and a lot of money, I suggest getting a coupon. Although according to that News Channel, you may have to wait for a long time, maybe until December, to receive your coupon. Then they had a special guest and a live community chat in which I did not participate for two obvious reasons-

I was reading a very gripping book

The computer wasn't near

I believe they hadn't a lot of people in that chat, since they kept asking for me to join. Too bad. All this talk about Digital Transition is maddening. You just see, by June we shall wait until 2010 to go into this transition. I don't see the harm in analog, though. It is a good comfort (even if the picture is quite blurry and it makes that awful blaring noise) if digital has that "No Signal", which irritates me endlessly.

That Stupid Verification Code

I am trying to join a website we shall call Unnamed. Unfortunately, Unnamed has a variety of unreadable verification codes. I wear glasses, let us be honest, but I am not this blind. The letters are all jumbled up and I cannot tell if that is supposed to be a C or a V. I have pressed the refresh button multiple times, and I am afraid they are going to run out of verification codes for me and deem me as robot. I am not a robot, mind you. For robots do not have minds, they have computer chips, obviously. Goodness, I hadn't a clue you were that dense.

The Other Blog

I have another blog, which is basically the same thing as this but much shorter.

It is, http://www.trespasse.livejournal.com/

I suggest you stay here, though, although over there I have a brand new friend named Delma, whom I will try to kidnap here. My other blog is in all French, save my posts, and I haven't a clue what I am clicking. Someone, please tell me what Voici quelques idées pour vous aider à configurer votre journal means before it's too late!

Story Time!

My Vision of The Computer

A villainous group of spider robots (bots) crawling along with a huge tick (bugs) and an enormous green cell (virus). They destroy your data by throwing an ax on a microchip (hacking).

You, on the other hand, click on something, automatically making a titanic brick wall that's on fire rise up and block the bots, bugs, and viruses (firewall). Then you unknowingly turn off your firewall and teh villainous gropu continues stealign your data and email conversations.

THE END.

Moral: Don't turn off your firewall. EVER.

Science Fair Experiment Updates

Yesterday, I had a very interesting...I forgot the word...with Microsoft Excel. I pasted my pretty line graphs on to Microsoft Word. Then, I tried printing out the graphs, but the color of the lines would not show! I got extremely angry. Someone told me to print again. I tried reasoning with them that it would turn out the same, and so it did. We wasted a stack of paper that day. I am deathly sorry, trees. But I recycled, and you cannot for once doubt recycling. Finally I got my pretty lines colored when I printed it out from an RTF file. Why is it so important I should have pretty colored lines in my graph? BECAUSE, you cannot deny pretty colors. I printed out the title of my project, but it's not to my satisfaction. So there's another thing. I also need to create hypothesis, and all that other junk. Grrr. Holy Moose, I have a lot of things to do, yet I am here, conversing with you...no offense.

This T-Shirt is Too Big

Today, I received a T-Shirt from Anon. It was wraped in a Ross bag.

"Open it," another Anon said. "See if you like it."

I began to unknot the knot and took out a gray Roxy T-Shirt with teal and silver hearts and stripes all over it. "Oh, yes!" I replied. "I do like it! But it is too big for me."

Anon: "No, it fits."

I am afraid I do no think so, although it really is a nice shirt.

Finally! Some Action!

Beethoven the Bear has finally deemed interesting! We were listening to a song...Bar-ba-Sol -David Cook...when Beethoven the Bear began to string an imaginary guitar. Bravo, Beethoven the Bear! We are finally getting somewhere adventurous. Did I spell that right? I didn't? So what. I am right, in my mind. As per usual. Beethoven the Bear says his paws hurt. That is much too bad, but I forced him to continue playing that guitar. Is this animal abuse? I hope not. Okay, Beethoven, you can stop. He can't stop. Oh, no. Is this normal? He didn't come with a manual! I am scared, now.

Alas.

Alas, there is nothing else for me to talk about. Well, there is, but nothing extremely interesting.

Right now I just got a Gaia. If you would like to talk to me there, my username is RazrRain. If you would please find me, that would be most helpful. I am lonely, lost, and vulnerable. Not the position I would like to be in.

Let's see, I shall leave you with another quote.

Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad

-Norm Papernick

After the Break,

V Bored, alias So what and now RazrRain.

Where did you go?

Hello, friends....enemies...humans...I hope...

Here is a song to get us started:

Holiday - Hilary Duff (lyrics courtesy of metrolyrics.com)

I remember summers, you & me lasting forever

Holidays come & we'd never, never ever be apart

I remember spending, all of my time, every minute

The two of us we had our own rhythm, intune with the beat of my heart

Now in the summer (I miss you) & in the winter (I miss you)

It don't matter (what I do) Since you went away, since you went away

Now in the summer (I miss you) & in the winter (I miss you)

It don't matter what I do It don't matter what I say you left it

You took a holiday from us

Took a trip & left your love If your heart went down forever

You should have told me where it was

You took a holiday from me

I guess you needed to be free

Would have loved you with no measure & now you got me asking

Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) did you go? (where did you go huh?)

Where did my heart go?

You took a holiday

Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) did you go?

Why did you leave?

This ain't no holiday for me

Walkin', watching you leave there's no talking

Back on my own it's so shocking, guess forever was just a dream

I think we could have made it, but our history now is fading

My image of the future is changing & baby damn that thing called destiny, got the best of me

Now in the summer (I miss you) & in the winter (I miss you) It don't matter what I do It don't matter what I say you left it

You took a holiday from us

Took a trip & left your love

If your heart went down forever

You should have told me where it was

You took a holiday from me

I guess you needed to be free

Would have loved you with no measure & now you got me asking Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) did you go? (where did you go huh?)

Where did my heart go? You took a holiday Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) Where (where did you go huh?, where did you go huh?) did you go?

Why did you leave?

This ain't no holiday for me

If I could take a step back, make it turn out different I would hide those bags, and I’d tear that ticket

Never thought you and me would be done in a minute

Now I’m making new plans and you’re just not in it

If I could take a step back, make it turn out different I would hide those bags, and I’d tear that ticket

Never thought you and me would be done in a minute

Now I’m making new plans and you’re just not in it (Where did you go?)

You took a Holiday from us

Took a trip and left your love If your heart went down forever

Should’ve told me where it was

You took a Holiday from me I guess you needed to be free

Would have loved you with no measure

And now you got me asking Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?)

Where did my heart go?

You take a Holiday Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Where did you go? (Where?) Why did you leave?

This ain’t a Holiday for me

That has been the song stuck in my head these past few days. But let's talk about more meaningful topics...

ABNA, also known as Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award.

I joined. My views are basically you have the same chance entering this contest as you do if you sent your MS to an agent. Actually, you have a better chance, because Penguin might even like your book and publish it, the contract isn't just for the grand prize winner!

I don't see harm in entering. Sure, idea theives might steal your idea, but if your story is really good and original, then you should have no problelm sending it to another publisher if you don't win.

That's another thing - if you don't win. You can always send your book to another publisher! It's not like you signed a contract with the dude downstairs and have to stick with him forever. And if you don't win, it's not like your going to die. Maybe your hopes would be diminished, but you should know by now that not everything in life is fair. That is why I am such a pessimist someimes - it's easier just to think bad things are going to happen so when they do it's not so disappointing. And if you do win, then that would be a wonderful surprise!
If you don't want to join, well, that's your decision. I'm just telling you, if you have a chance at getting your book published, then you have a chance at winning.

Writing a pitch is just like writing a query. If anything, you can only get better.

Me, I just want to see if I'm good enough to make it through the first stage. Still waiting impatiently for the email on March 16. I'll tell you the news.

Otherwise, let's go on to other topics.

Brisingr

I love this book. I am only on page...*checks book*...220. But I think that Christopher Paolini is an amazing story teller and I noticed he enjoys the use of similes. I haven't finished it, but I think that I prefer Eldest so far. Much more exciting. Eragon's relationship with Arya reminds me of Bella's relationship with Edward. Because Edward and Arya are both very old but in young form.

Which brings us to my poll.

Edward Cullen vs Harry Potter.

Let's view the pros and cons.

Edward Cullen.

Pros - Very handsome. Can save you from ultimate danger.

Cons - May crush you and is prone to bite pillows

Harry Potter

Pros - Can save you from the evil Voldemort. What? He's already dead? Then why's Harry good? Oh, yes. Potter has good character. Have to admire that character...

Cons - Can kill you with a stick if angered

Okay, that's my report. Please vote on the poll that is supposed to be on the left. If not, then we'd have to sadly assume it got eaten my Domo-Kun...

Poetry

Do you know what really irks me?

When people try to critique, evaluate poetry.

Poetry is not written to be evaulated, it is written to express poet's thoughts. You cannot critique a poem that the poet wrote, because that is the poet's own work. This just maddens me endlessly while at school we read poems and have to answer questions about them and try to find the 'meaning'. Maybe there is no meaning? Ever thought of that?

Science Fair Project

For my Science Fair experiment I have to drop a bunch of liquids from an eyedropper. Very interesting, I know. Then I have to create a graph out of Microsoft Excel, which I must admit I think hates me, that is not cooperating and transfer my hypothesis and steps and data and whatnot onto this huge cardboard in which I have no clue what the name is. Tri-fold, you say? I knew that...

Obviously I am dreading this experiment, although I have started. My first two liquids - water and soapy water. Brilliant, for I am brilliant, naturally. Someone, not saying names, suggested using pee as another liquid. No thank you. I would much prefer sticking with my four orginial liquids - water, soapy water, gasoline (it seems to be cheaper this day, but the prices are steadily rising up), and olive oil. Someone else, anon, suggested the use of mecury. I don't think he/she knows that that can possibly kill me. Maybe that is their intention. I think I need to have a long talk with this someone.

Auditions

I have to audtition for this school (I am not telling you what kind of school it is, stalker) in which I have to perform some kind of art. I cannot dance, I cannot sing. But I can act, (No, I did not take the cookie out of the cookie jar. The talking cookie jar in the shape of cookie monster must be lying). I am a writer, but my parents want me to play the piano, which I guess is some kind of art. I am practicing (oh dear, I must have forgotten how to spell that word. Wait, dictionary said I got it correct. Of course I did! I am a writer!) two songs - Moonlight by Ludwig Van Beethoven (funny name. Ludwig. I think I will name my child that. KIDDING! Oh, how I am kidding) and Hava Nagila, which according to my piano book is written by 'Traditional'. I am sorely afraid I do not know who traditional is. What is that? It is a traditional song. Well, why couldn't they say that in the first place! Goodness, the complications we make for ourselves. Wish me luck. The audition is on March 17, a day after I get the results for ABNA. I am sure to mess up, for every time I imagine mean judges watching me, my hands get sweaty and I press the wrong key. Woe is me, I will have to chalk my hands before performing. Oh dear, what a mess.

Beethoven the Bear

Yes, I have received a teddy bear on Thursday from a mysterious someone who we will not name. Let me describe the bear -

It is white, and some of the fur seems like it got cut off in a pattern, looking like an all-white checkerboard.

He has black eyes, black nose, black mouth. The soles of his feet are red and he wears a red ribbon on his neck. The left side of his face is flat, I think from the way he was placed in the shoebox. I believe that he was bought from the 99cent store, but it is the thought the counts.

Now that you have a clear picture of Beethoven, I can tell you my many adventures with him in three days. Okay, I did not have any adventures to tell so I won't say anything. He just sleeps by me in bed. Do you do that? I have over 5 Build-A-Bears. They used to sleep with me, but then we sadly realized there was no such room for a human and over 5 Build-A-Bears so they are content with sleeping/sitting at the foot of my bed. Such a terrible nuisance, that was. When I was little, I went out of my way to make my bears comfortable on my bed. Now I know better. My back hurts. But having one bear is enough, thank you very much.

The Weather

The weather is such a lovely topic to talk about, for you have no fear of offending someone. Weather and health, although health is more risky. The weather is windy. The weather is dark. The weather is gloomy. The weather is dark. What do you mean I already said dark? Then what else rhymes with dark? Hark? Park? Shark? Oh yes, I am sure the weather is shark. You get the picture. Last night the wind was banging on my windows and the rain was pelting the roof. I was afraid my bedroom was going to be blown away, and I with it. But it was a nice thought. Maybe I would end up where, where did Dorothy end up? Oz? Never mind. I do not want to meet the scarecrow. He creeps me out. When I woke up, the wind was still roaring. I heard a plane's propeller. Then I heard a crash. I opened the blinds. But I did not see a devastated plane. Oh, well. It would have made for an interesting story.

Death

You know that plane that crashed in the Hudson river? Oh, wait, never mind. I answered my own question right now. My question was this - Why was it such a big deal that everyone survived the plane crash? And why was it that the other plane that crashed, killing around 49 people, I believe, wasn't such a big deal?
The answer was obvious - The people in the plane in the Hudson River should have died, but didn't. It is a sad thing, though, people are dying every minute. Babies are being born every second. We are much too overpopulated, I wish we could go to Mars already, but I read a story in the Seventh Grade about people going to Mars and the morphed into...aliens.

David Cook

I am listening to Light On - David Cook. He rocks. That's all I have to say.

My back really hurts, so I have to leave you now. Comment if you must, but beware because I hear that Voldemort has died. Yes, he is still a threat even though he is dead. How? I don't know! You are extremely hard to talk to, you know that? You do? are you just trying to make this difficult for me?

Oh, two more things.

British Accents

Whenever I am writing, I write as if I have a British Accent. And when I talk to myself (don't look at me that way, you know you do that too) I talk to me in a British Accent? Is this normal? There's this thing I heard, I forgot the name, where you wake up with a totally different language. I wish I would wake up with French. I have been trying to learn it with Rosetta Stone, but I am (what's the word?!) limited to only a few words. I can say, egg in french. Oh, no. I forgot. Okay, I can say...milk in French. It is, du lait (pronounced Doo-Lay). And Five in French is Cinq (pronounced SANK). Yes, it is not Rosetta's fault, it is mine, because I simply do not have the time to do it.

I forgot what I was going to say.

Sorry, but it's true. Grr.

Let me leave you with a random picture!

I have to think up a phrase that I will be known for. Like Ryan Seacrest's (is that how you spell it?) 'After the break'. Everyone stole that from him. That's why I look down my nose (is that the correct phrase? It doesn't seem quite right...) on other stations that copy that. Get your own! ACK!!!! The pictures just messed up the whole layout! GR. Now the pictures are on the top. Sorry about that. >=[

After the Break,

V Bored (also known in other blogs as 'So What')

*trys to fix layout hurriedly*

*title disappears*

*computer crashes*

*bangs computer hard with hammer*

*press on button*

*computer not responding*

*put mouth to USB port*

*Breath heavily*

*Computer reboots*

*paper clip asking if I need help*

*forgets password*

*hacks into own computer*

*funny smelling steam emitting from keyboard*

*house goes on fire*

*runs out the door with pajamas*

*curses pictures*

We hold these truths to be self evident...that among these are
life, liberty, and the pursuit
of
happiness

-Declaration of
Independence