I'm awesome at keeping promises, aren't I? "No more late-night posting!" Yeah, it's kinda 12:29 AM.
Whatever.
Today consisted mostly of a golf tournament (I had to be at my school at six-freaking-fifteen this morning) and then the rest is a blur of procrastination and frantic studying for chem. Yet in between the blurs, I've heard some really, REALLY weird stuff today (and for the past few days). Just thought you might find this entertaining (although it's no double rainbow).
***
ELIZABETH: "You should invite him to come to Disneyland with us!"
ME: "Okay. Why?"
ELIZABETH: "Because he knows things."
ME: "Oh, and she said she met 'The Situation.'" [MAKES AIR QUOTES]
DAD: "The Situation? You mean the-" [SWITCHES TO STRANGELY HIGH-PITCHED VOICE] "guy who talks like this?"
MOM: "You sound like a gay gangster. Don't do that."
SISTER: "And Kermit the Frog. Kermit the Gay Gangster."
SISTER: "But it says eta is E."
ME: "No, no, eta is H. You know, like in The Lightning Thief? Remember the part where they're at that water park? Annabeth sees the Cupid statues and she's like 'Oh, look, there's an eta on the base, and it's H in Greek and I don't know why it's here!' and Percy's just going 'Huhh, I dunno,' and then later on Annabeth goes 'Oh, H for Hephaestus! How did I not remember that?!' and Percy's just like 'DERP!'"
[NOTE: Meaning, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Book 1: The Lightning Thief.]
MEGAN: "Yeah, I threw up earlier, but it wasn't because of this Mexican marshmallow - it was from something else. So do you want some? It's really good!"
***
Also, I won't be posting much (if at all) during November due to the epic stress of NaNo. See you all in December :)
Friday, October 29, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Short stories!
"No, I swear this is my blog! I didn't steal the story! I put up an excerpt because I'm desperate and need to promote myself! Really, I'm that pathetic!"
Not going to work so great.
Moving on...
***
Today my friend asked someone to homecoming. He remembered the note and which locker was hers... yet neglected to bring a flower.
"I'll just bring it on Monday," he said.
"Then hurry up and take the note out before she comes," I said. "Just give her the note and the flower together on Monday when you bring it."
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Because I want to give her the note now," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I rolled my eyes.
"But it would make much more sense to take it out now," I reasoned, "because then you can give it to her all together and it'll be all nice and pretty."
"Nah, I'll just give it to her on Monday."
"But-"
Too late to back out now; she just walked up.
At least she said yes. :D
***
In the girls' bathroom on the second floor, there's been an Out of Order sign on one of the stalls for a little over a week. I don't know why they haven't fixed it yet, but today I walked in and saw that someone had penciled in:
The Chamber of Secrets has been opened
Enemy of the heir, BEWARE
I changed "enemy" to "enemies" and ran away giggling.
My school is so awesome.
Not going to work so great.
Moving on...
***
Today my friend asked someone to homecoming. He remembered the note and which locker was hers... yet neglected to bring a flower.
"I'll just bring it on Monday," he said.
"Then hurry up and take the note out before she comes," I said. "Just give her the note and the flower together on Monday when you bring it."
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Because I want to give her the note now," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I rolled my eyes.
"But it would make much more sense to take it out now," I reasoned, "because then you can give it to her all together and it'll be all nice and pretty."
"Nah, I'll just give it to her on Monday."
"But-"
Too late to back out now; she just walked up.
At least she said yes. :D
***
In the girls' bathroom on the second floor, there's been an Out of Order sign on one of the stalls for a little over a week. I don't know why they haven't fixed it yet, but today I walked in and saw that someone had penciled in:
The Chamber of Secrets has been opened
Enemy of the heir, BEWARE
I changed "enemy" to "enemies" and ran away giggling.
My school is so awesome.
Late-night posting once more
Yeah, so, the last two posts I've written (this one and the stream of consciousness one) have definitely been written between the hours of 11 PM and 1 AM. I hope this isn't a trend. My writing tends to become slightly incoherent after 11:30. But anyway...
IT'S NANOWRIMO TIME!!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
In case you've been living under a rock, moved to the plains of Siberia, or are just plain stupid (sorry, dude) and don't know what NaNoWriMo is...
NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month (also known as "November," strangely). It's when a bunch of really insane writers get together and commit to writing a 50,000-word novel in one month (from November 1 to November 30).
Are we crazy? Yes.
Committed? You bet.
Suicidal? Not quite.
I'm participating for the FIRST TIME EVAR this year (not a typo). OMG YOU GUYS I AM SO PUMPED THIS IS GOING TO BE SO COOL OMG WRITING YAAAAY *majestic arm-flailing*
Brigid, my writing hero/fellow Goodreadser/Wrimo is participating, too, except this isn't her first year. She's also about eight thousand times better at writing than I am, so go check out her stuff, because she's amazing.
If you're as completely insane as I and the thousands of other Wrimos are, go check out the super duper official NaNo website and SIGN UP NOW, because it's going to be really fun. Like, really really fun. Like, more fun than taking a garden hose and helium balloons to a bouncehouse.*
And on that note, I'm going to bed. Next time I'll try to post while it's still light outside (which actually might be impossible, because it was dark ALL DAY today on account of the freaky rain weather).
See? Making no sense at all.
FARETHEEWELL, BLOGGERS.
*Not that you would suck the helium or anything, you little chipmunk, you.
IT'S NANOWRIMO TIME!!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
In case you've been living under a rock, moved to the plains of Siberia, or are just plain stupid (sorry, dude) and don't know what NaNoWriMo is...
NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month (also known as "November," strangely). It's when a bunch of really insane writers get together and commit to writing a 50,000-word novel in one month (from November 1 to November 30).
Are we crazy? Yes.
Committed? You bet.
Suicidal? Not quite.
I'm participating for the FIRST TIME EVAR this year (not a typo). OMG YOU GUYS I AM SO PUMPED THIS IS GOING TO BE SO COOL OMG WRITING YAAAAY *majestic arm-flailing*
Brigid, my writing hero/fellow Goodreadser/Wrimo is participating, too, except this isn't her first year. She's also about eight thousand times better at writing than I am, so go check out her stuff, because she's amazing.
If you're as completely insane as I and the thousands of other Wrimos are, go check out the super duper official NaNo website and SIGN UP NOW, because it's going to be really fun. Like, really really fun. Like, more fun than taking a garden hose and helium balloons to a bouncehouse.*
And on that note, I'm going to bed. Next time I'll try to post while it's still light outside (which actually might be impossible, because it was dark ALL DAY today on account of the freaky rain weather).
See? Making no sense at all.
FARETHEEWELL, BLOGGERS.
*Not that you would suck the helium or anything, you little chipmunk, you.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Actual stream of consciousness
(NOTE: This was written by a slightly sleep-deprived student shortly before midnight. Please do not take this too seriously. Apologies in advance for any lack of coherence. I am not editing any of this- I'm just flailing along.)
The clock in the corner says 11:29 PM and the clock on the desk says 11:33 PM. Most people wouldn't think it's much of a difference, but I'm a student and every second counts. Seconds count if you're submitting a paper with a midnight deadline or sprinting halfway around your school to make it before the late bell because if you get four tardies you get detention for four hours on the weekend and it sucks. And now you're sitting at your desk and trying to remember to sit up straight and not slump (because according to your mother and the Internet, you'll regret it in forty years), and you have writer's block and tons upon tons of inspiration at the same time. Your English rough draft sits in its binder patiently, near-illegible scribbles covering the front and back. Hopefully the teacher won't actually read over these- she'll probably mark you down because of the sheer inability to read anything that's on the paper.
The chapstick from the little round container is too sweet on your tongue, even though it's usually your favorite chapstick for that exact same reason. It tastes like candy but it's 11:33 PM now and it's much too late for that kind of thing (although coffee does sound really great). You know you're supposed to go to bed soon, but you have all these ideas crashing around your head and you have to write them down or you'll stay awake for an hour, staring at the ceiling, wondering how you should phrase this sentence or that, and then you'll pass out at 1:24 in the morning and then complain that you only got four and a half hours of sleep-- oh wait, tomorrow is late start, so you'll get five and a half.
Five and a half hours of sleep, one hour of general getting-ready-ness, seven hours of school, four and a half hours of golf, one hour of general winding-down-ness, and then it's 8:30 and you haven't done any homework except for those chem notes you took in the car. You fall into bed at 12:47 and it's the same cycle all over again until the wonderful, glorious weekend where you can sleep in and slack off.
Now it's 11:38 and you're irritated because you got a 99 on your math test (sometimes you really hate graphing calculators and their stupid exponents that are so awkwardly formatted) and because your mom won't let you start filling out that form for the National Honors Society-
-and now you remember that you're supposed to be emailing your teacher from last year so he can write a letter of recommendation for NHS, although it's really short notice and you hate to bother him because he's really busy (obviously; he's a teacher), but you really really want that letter because if you don't get into this stupid honors program you'll feel like you've failed and every time your genius friends start talking about it you'll think about all the things you would have, could have, should have done and feel guilty all over again...
It's 11:41 and you're reminded of that time last school year when you emailed your math teacher a little past midnight to ask if there were step functions on the algebra final, and I guess emails must show the "sent" time because he said to just go to sleep and then my mom saw it but just laughed and oops, fail.
It's much too late to be up, your family is asleep, your honors application shouts your name, your ring is stuck on your finger because your hands are hot, it's 11:43 and you should really send that email--
PUBLISH POST
The clock in the corner says 11:29 PM and the clock on the desk says 11:33 PM. Most people wouldn't think it's much of a difference, but I'm a student and every second counts. Seconds count if you're submitting a paper with a midnight deadline or sprinting halfway around your school to make it before the late bell because if you get four tardies you get detention for four hours on the weekend and it sucks. And now you're sitting at your desk and trying to remember to sit up straight and not slump (because according to your mother and the Internet, you'll regret it in forty years), and you have writer's block and tons upon tons of inspiration at the same time. Your English rough draft sits in its binder patiently, near-illegible scribbles covering the front and back. Hopefully the teacher won't actually read over these- she'll probably mark you down because of the sheer inability to read anything that's on the paper.
The chapstick from the little round container is too sweet on your tongue, even though it's usually your favorite chapstick for that exact same reason. It tastes like candy but it's 11:33 PM now and it's much too late for that kind of thing (although coffee does sound really great). You know you're supposed to go to bed soon, but you have all these ideas crashing around your head and you have to write them down or you'll stay awake for an hour, staring at the ceiling, wondering how you should phrase this sentence or that, and then you'll pass out at 1:24 in the morning and then complain that you only got four and a half hours of sleep-- oh wait, tomorrow is late start, so you'll get five and a half.
Five and a half hours of sleep, one hour of general getting-ready-ness, seven hours of school, four and a half hours of golf, one hour of general winding-down-ness, and then it's 8:30 and you haven't done any homework except for those chem notes you took in the car. You fall into bed at 12:47 and it's the same cycle all over again until the wonderful, glorious weekend where you can sleep in and slack off.
Now it's 11:38 and you're irritated because you got a 99 on your math test (sometimes you really hate graphing calculators and their stupid exponents that are so awkwardly formatted) and because your mom won't let you start filling out that form for the National Honors Society-
-and now you remember that you're supposed to be emailing your teacher from last year so he can write a letter of recommendation for NHS, although it's really short notice and you hate to bother him because he's really busy (obviously; he's a teacher), but you really really want that letter because if you don't get into this stupid honors program you'll feel like you've failed and every time your genius friends start talking about it you'll think about all the things you would have, could have, should have done and feel guilty all over again...
It's 11:41 and you're reminded of that time last school year when you emailed your math teacher a little past midnight to ask if there were step functions on the algebra final, and I guess emails must show the "sent" time because he said to just go to sleep and then my mom saw it but just laughed and oops, fail.
It's much too late to be up, your family is asleep, your honors application shouts your name, your ring is stuck on your finger because your hands are hot, it's 11:43 and you should really send that email--
PUBLISH POST
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Durr
Just a quick update to say I haven't died. D:
It's 11:45 PM and I just finished my chem homework. That pretty much explains why I haven't been blogging AT ALL (and partially because I'm a procrastinator).
Once golf season ends, life will be so much easier. I got home at 7:15! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.
It's 11:45 PM and I just finished my chem homework. That pretty much explains why I haven't been blogging AT ALL (and partially because I'm a procrastinator).
Once golf season ends, life will be so much easier. I got home at 7:15! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
In which I complain about various things
So today I started school. I have quite a bit to say about THAT, so I just decided to make a list. It's part of my self-campaign to get my brain out of Don't Give a Crap about Anything Besides Avatar mode and back into Actually Motivated to Do Important Things mode. (This is not helped by the fact that my best friend and all my relatives don't start school for at least another week.)
PRO: We finish school on June 1.
CON: We started today (August 18).
PRO: This year, our first-semester finals are the week before Christmas break, so during break, we don't have to worry about anything.
CON: No more Christmas-induced laziness for a week right before break.
PRO: Shiny blue locker instead of crappy yellow locker.
CON: Shiny blue locker located in most crowded corner of school.
PRO: Chemistry with two people that I actually know very well.
CON: Chemistry. Every day. All year. No breaks.
PRO: Get to see multiple friends again.
CON: Don't have any classes with said friends. Must resort to sitting together in chapel and talking for six minutes at a time between classes.
PRO: Spiffy new backpack (with polka dots, I may add).
CON: Separation anxiety involving myself and old, worn-out, reliable backpack.
PRO: Lots of people to interact with.
CON: Lots of people to interact with.
There's also the added stress of HOMEWORK and AP CLASSES and WAKING UP EARLY, of course. (In case I haven't mentioned this before, I am forced to drag myself out of my immensely comfortable bed at the ungodly hour of 5:45 AM.)
But despite all that, I actually like school.
Now all I have to do is get that book about How to Not Die During AP Chemistry*...
I suddenly miss middle school. A lot.
*If this book actually exists, PLEASE TELL ME. I'll love you. Forever. Platonically, of course.
PRO: We finish school on June 1.
CON: We started today (August 18).
PRO: This year, our first-semester finals are the week before Christmas break, so during break, we don't have to worry about anything.
CON: No more Christmas-induced laziness for a week right before break.
PRO: Shiny blue locker instead of crappy yellow locker.
CON: Shiny blue locker located in most crowded corner of school.
PRO: Chemistry with two people that I actually know very well.
CON: Chemistry. Every day. All year. No breaks.
PRO: Get to see multiple friends again.
CON: Don't have any classes with said friends. Must resort to sitting together in chapel and talking for six minutes at a time between classes.
PRO: Spiffy new backpack (with polka dots, I may add).
CON: Separation anxiety involving myself and old, worn-out, reliable backpack.
PRO: Lots of people to interact with.
CON: Lots of people to interact with.
There's also the added stress of HOMEWORK and AP CLASSES and WAKING UP EARLY, of course. (In case I haven't mentioned this before, I am forced to drag myself out of my immensely comfortable bed at the ungodly hour of 5:45 AM.)
But despite all that, I actually like school.
Now all I have to do is get that book about How to Not Die During AP Chemistry*...
I suddenly miss middle school. A lot.
*If this book actually exists, PLEASE TELL ME. I'll love you. Forever. Platonically, of course.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Me against the world (or something)
Just now, I had a bit of an epiphany.
When some high schoolers talk about their First Time, they're talking about doing the horizontal naked dance.
When I talk about my First Time, I'm talking about watching Sozin's Comet (season 3 finale of Avatar: The Last Airbender).
When some teenagers think, "Oh, $*%&! Mom found my stash!", they mean drugs.
When I think that, I mean my rapidly growing collection of fanart I've drawn.
When some girls see Jackson Rathbone in a movie, they scream "OH MY GOD, IT'S JASPER!!"
When I see him, I scream "OH MY ROWLING, IT'S SOKKA!!"
A lot of teenagers count their favorite quotes as "So the lion fell in love with the lamb" and "You're my personal brand of heroin."
I count my favorite quotes as "Geeks shall inherit the earth" and "Maybe we can get some giant pots of glue, and then I could gluebend his arms and legs together!" "Yeah, and then we'll show him his baby pictures, and all the happy memories will make him go good again!"
They get excited when they study cell phases because it's the lab Bellaphant does in Twilight.
I get excited because I can identify each stage without checking the bio book.
They get a high from drugs.
I get a high from reading a good book.
At science camp, they hope to meet hot guys.
At science camp, I hope we can kayak wherever we want.
They shriek during bio dissections.
I ask if it's mandatory to wear gloves.
And finally...
They can quote a paragraph of Twilight.
I can recite the entire "The Boy in the Iceberg" play verbatim.
And I, unlike them, know what "verbatim" means, how to use it correctly, a few synonyms and antonyms, and that I should put quotation marks around the word when using it in this context.
When some high schoolers talk about their First Time, they're talking about doing the horizontal naked dance.
When I talk about my First Time, I'm talking about watching Sozin's Comet (season 3 finale of Avatar: The Last Airbender).
When some teenagers think, "Oh, $*%&! Mom found my stash!", they mean drugs.
When I think that, I mean my rapidly growing collection of fanart I've drawn.
When some girls see Jackson Rathbone in a movie, they scream "OH MY GOD, IT'S JASPER!!"
When I see him, I scream "OH MY ROWLING, IT'S SOKKA!!"
A lot of teenagers count their favorite quotes as "So the lion fell in love with the lamb" and "You're my personal brand of heroin."
I count my favorite quotes as "Geeks shall inherit the earth" and "Maybe we can get some giant pots of glue, and then I could gluebend his arms and legs together!" "Yeah, and then we'll show him his baby pictures, and all the happy memories will make him go good again!"
They get excited when they study cell phases because it's the lab Bellaphant does in Twilight.
I get excited because I can identify each stage without checking the bio book.
They get a high from drugs.
I get a high from reading a good book.
At science camp, they hope to meet hot guys.
At science camp, I hope we can kayak wherever we want.
They shriek during bio dissections.
I ask if it's mandatory to wear gloves.
And finally...
They can quote a paragraph of Twilight.
I can recite the entire "The Boy in the Iceberg" play verbatim.
And I, unlike them, know what "verbatim" means, how to use it correctly, a few synonyms and antonyms, and that I should put quotation marks around the word when using it in this context.
Friday, July 30, 2010
In which I draw, spaz, and get sick
I fail so hard. The last time I posted was what, July 12? SORRY ABOUT THAT. My brain is on summer mode- I don't do anything unless it's related to Avatar: The Last Airbender (but only watching or drawing) or seeing my friends (but only sometimes) or reading a new book (but only if I really like it).
Basically, summer mode = empty space where brain is supposed to be.
Since I start school on the freakishly early date of August 18 (ridiculous, right?) at the ungodly hour of 7:30 AM (torturous, right?), I'm going to have to shape up soon.
In regards to drawing:
In case you guys didn't know, I have a deviantART account. I'm getting better at actually putting up some of my art, but I don't have a ton. Right now, I have a couple new ones, because it's Zutara Week. For those of you who don't watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, you can just skip down to the part about me being sick. For those of you who do watch, keep reading. You may or may not find this interesting. Or boring. Whichever. >_>
Zutara Week started this past Monday and continues on until Sunday. Even though it's Day 5, I'm still in the middle of my Day 4 comic. (Fail much?) If any of you are bothering to devWATCH me, I'm going to color in my Day 2 submission later on, after ZW ends and I have more time.
Chatspeak alert!
MOAR TIEM. I NEEDZ IT NAO.
For those of you who don't watch ATLA, Zutara is a shipping term. For Zuko and Katara. Yeah. It's pretty intense.
In regards to spazzing:
I have two reasons to spaz.
Every day of this past week (Zutara Week), when I log in to dA, I have more than TWO HUNDRED new messages in my inbox.
WHAT. THE. HECK.
Yup. We Zutara shippers are devoted.
This morning was a new record- 368 new messages, four of which were actual messages and 364 of which were notices about new artwork in the ZW group. CRAZINESS.
Another reason to spaz:
Since I'm in the ZW group and all, this gives me an actual opportunity for other people to see my work. I keep getting comments and views and faves and...
OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO AMAZING I'M SO HAPPY IF YOU GUYS EVER READ THIS SUPER MEGA THANK YOUUUUUU FOR TAKING FIVE SECONDS TO LOOK AT MY ART INSTEAD OF JUST SKIPPING OVER ALL THREE HUNDRED MESSAGES LIKE I DO SOMETIMES EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*cough* I'm done.
In regards to getting sick:
Yeah, this morning I woke up feeling all sluggish and lethargic and generally gross. So much for going on that college tour. On the bright side, I have more time to draw!
Blog again soon!
Basically, summer mode = empty space where brain is supposed to be.
Since I start school on the freakishly early date of August 18 (ridiculous, right?) at the ungodly hour of 7:30 AM (torturous, right?), I'm going to have to shape up soon.
In regards to drawing:
In case you guys didn't know, I have a deviantART account. I'm getting better at actually putting up some of my art, but I don't have a ton. Right now, I have a couple new ones, because it's Zutara Week. For those of you who don't watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, you can just skip down to the part about me being sick. For those of you who do watch, keep reading. You may or may not find this interesting. Or boring. Whichever. >_>
Zutara Week started this past Monday and continues on until Sunday. Even though it's Day 5, I'm still in the middle of my Day 4 comic. (Fail much?) If any of you are bothering to devWATCH me, I'm going to color in my Day 2 submission later on, after ZW ends and I have more time.
Chatspeak alert!
MOAR TIEM. I NEEDZ IT NAO.
For those of you who don't watch ATLA, Zutara is a shipping term. For Zuko and Katara. Yeah. It's pretty intense.
In regards to spazzing:
I have two reasons to spaz.
Every day of this past week (Zutara Week), when I log in to dA, I have more than TWO HUNDRED new messages in my inbox.
WHAT. THE. HECK.
Yup. We Zutara shippers are devoted.
This morning was a new record- 368 new messages, four of which were actual messages and 364 of which were notices about new artwork in the ZW group. CRAZINESS.
Another reason to spaz:
Since I'm in the ZW group and all, this gives me an actual opportunity for other people to see my work. I keep getting comments and views and faves and...
OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO AMAZING I'M SO HAPPY IF YOU GUYS EVER READ THIS SUPER MEGA THANK YOUUUUUU FOR TAKING FIVE SECONDS TO LOOK AT MY ART INSTEAD OF JUST SKIPPING OVER ALL THREE HUNDRED MESSAGES LIKE I DO SOMETIMES EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*cough* I'm done.
In regards to getting sick:
Yeah, this morning I woke up feeling all sluggish and lethargic and generally gross. So much for going on that college tour. On the bright side, I have more time to draw!
Blog again soon!
Monday, July 12, 2010
A small excuse for a blog post
So my best friend sends me this link with a very vague and confusing description.
What I thought it would be: Some really random video with a guy jumping up and down in a banana suit or something.
What it was: A 20 Questions-type game in which you can use any character. It tries to guess who you're thinking of...
...and it's almost always RIGHT. It's one of the freakiest websites I've ever found (in a good way), and it's actually kind of awesome.
And to prove its freakish accuracy, I present our (meaning my friend and I) combined results! They're organized alphabetically by first name, just because I'm OCD like that.
Characters it guessed correctly
~Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
~Alice (American McGee's Alice)
~Darren Shan (Cirque du Freak)
~Ender (Ender's Game)
~Jin (LOST)
~Larten Crepsley (Cirque du Freak)
~Nudge (Maximum Ride)
~Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)
~Steve Leopard (Cirque du Freak)
~Toph Bei Fong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
~Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Characters it couldn't guess
~Max Vandenberg (The Book Thief)
~Kat Bishop (Heist Society)
And yes, Toph has a last name. Who knew? (I DID!) Yes, it IS Bei Fong. Technically, since Avatar takes place in long-ago Asia (probably), she'd be announced as Bei Fong Toph, but that's just me being nitpicky and Asian.
What I thought it would be: Some really random video with a guy jumping up and down in a banana suit or something.
What it was: A 20 Questions-type game in which you can use any character. It tries to guess who you're thinking of...
...and it's almost always RIGHT. It's one of the freakiest websites I've ever found (in a good way), and it's actually kind of awesome.
And to prove its freakish accuracy, I present our (meaning my friend and I) combined results! They're organized alphabetically by first name, just because I'm OCD like that.
Characters it guessed correctly
~Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
~Alice (American McGee's Alice)
~Darren Shan (Cirque du Freak)
~Ender (Ender's Game)
~Jin (LOST)
~Larten Crepsley (Cirque du Freak)
~Nudge (Maximum Ride)
~Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)
~Steve Leopard (Cirque du Freak)
~Toph Bei Fong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
~Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Characters it couldn't guess
~Max Vandenberg (The Book Thief)
~Kat Bishop (Heist Society)
And yes, Toph has a last name. Who knew? (I DID!) Yes, it IS Bei Fong. Technically, since Avatar takes place in long-ago Asia (probably), she'd be announced as Bei Fong Toph, but that's just me being nitpicky and Asian.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Oops. Again.
Hi, my name is Nightshade, and I'm ridiculously forgetful.
AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH. I haven't posted here since... uh... okay, it says June 13. EPIC FAILURE.
I am SUPER SUPER SUPER sorry I haven't posted! I was actually on vacation for a week, but for the rest of the time, I was just being a procrastinator/forgetter. Oops.
Anyway, just a small update because it's 11 PM and I don't have much time-- I'll update more soon, I promise! I'll virtual-pinky swear! *pinky swears*
Peace out, Girl Scout!
AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH. I haven't posted here since... uh... okay, it says June 13. EPIC FAILURE.
I am SUPER SUPER SUPER sorry I haven't posted! I was actually on vacation for a week, but for the rest of the time, I was just being a procrastinator/forgetter. Oops.
Anyway, just a small update because it's 11 PM and I don't have much time-- I'll update more soon, I promise! I'll virtual-pinky swear! *pinky swears*
Peace out, Girl Scout!
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