For Connie and anyone else who was wondering when Ashlee Simpson wrote a song called "Tinky Winky", I'm clarifying this post.

Ashlee Simpson-La La

You can dress me up in diamonds
You can dress me up in dirt
You can throw me like a lineman
I like it better when it hurts
Oh, I have waited here for you
I have waited

You make me wanna lala in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your French maid where I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

[If you're starting to feel nauseous, leave now. It's not going to get any better. -The Leopard]

You can meet me on an aeroplane
Or in the back of the bus
You can throw me like a boomerang
I'll come back and beat you up
Oh, I have waited here for you
Don't keep me waiting

You make me wanna lala in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your French maid where I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna

You make me wanna lala in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your French maid where I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

(Lala lala lala lala)

I feel safe with you
I can be myself tonight
It's alright with you
Cause you hold my secrets tight
You do, you do

You make me wanna lala lalala lalala lalalala lala
You make me wanna lala lalala

You make me wanna lala in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your French maid where I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna

You make me wanna lala in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your French maid where I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

You make me wanna lala lalala lalala lalala lala
You make me wanna lala lalala lalala lalala lala
You make me wanna lala lalala lalala lalala lala

(Lala lala lala lala)

Monkeys have accents, it turns out.

You: Who?
Carth: Jolee. :-).

Whaaaaa? you may be asking. Whaaahahahaaaat is that?
Why, it's an excerpt from a conversation with... the Carth Bot!
Gotta love him.

A word to Ashlee Simpson:

It's not a VERB. It's a TELETUBBY.

You know what I'm talking about.

Thank you for your time.

I need to sleep one of these days. Just take a whole day where I can isolate myself from everyone and sit on my computer allllll day.
With occasional bathroom/nap/food breaks.
Awwww yeah.

So Sarah's back in town, which means that it's actually been cloudy a bit and it was raining this morning.
Always happens, man. Always.
Thanksgiving was another mess of Jell-o and repression, as I was forbidden from:
1) Telling the real Thanksgiving story
2) Professing my platonic love for Machiavelli in iambic pentameter.
This happens every year, too. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!

Saw HP+tGoF last night.

MAN THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH SNAPE IN IT.

Also, I know I promised to go with other people first, but I want to blame peer pressure. At least I finally get the 4th book, which I most certainly did not before. And Cedric should have been less likable, because, well... you know.

I can, however, list four reasons to watch this movie.

1. Robert Pattinson as Cedric Diggory
2. David Tennant as Barty Crouch, Jr.
3. Stanislav Ianevski as Viktor Krum
4. EVERY SCENE WITH SNAPE IN IT IS STILL AWESOME.

And all of a sudden, I think I understand...

Someone in my physics class: Mr. Woolgar, do you celebrate Thanksgiving in England?
Mr. Woolgar: Yeah, we celebrate getting rid of you guys!

Ok, so I'm sad now, because I just found out, about a month after it happened, that they replaced Nicky Katt with Rob Estes in The Evidence. That ticks me off.
Well, guess what, ABC? I don't need you! I don't need your shows! I have... erm... America's Next Top Model!

Yeah. I'm fine, ABC, just fine.

*sniff* hold meeeeee...

Hey there! Wow, it's been a while, eh?

Don't look at me like that. You know I live only for blogging.

And fanfic writing, and Chapter 2 of Salvatoris is out.

Also, on Carth Community, the most esteemed member igrayne01 has posted really awesome sound files that she has set to music and such.

As I always do at this time of year, I want to inform everyone that yes, it is Dominic Armato's birthday again.
Yaaaaay.
And with luck, he will someday give me his address so I can stalk him.
Yaaaaay.
He is 29.
Yaaaaay.

Today we had one of those creepy in-class discussions. I learned something about myself, though, which is that when it comes to discussions, I have a very fight-or-flight response. Basically, my adrenaline kicks in -- hard -- and then I freeze. I'm not sure if that's fight or flight, but it's one of the two, I believe.
Or maybe it's something entirely different. I would know if I was able to take AP Psych this year, but noooooo. So there you have it. That is why I constantly fail discussions.

What the heck is wrong with this city sometimes?

Ok, pause here. Judging from this topic sentence (not a very good one), what would a reader assume that this rant is going to be about? The strike coming on Thursday? The wicked, wicked capitalism that surrounds us all? The growing population of homeless people?

Well, no. It's about the weather.

We finally hit the hot part of autumn, and I hate that part the most. It was so nice and cool last week (every other day), and now that I actually have to bus, it sucks. CRAP. CRAAAAAAAAAP I hate the sun.

In other news, I've discovered that really, when it's fanfiction, angst sells. Like, on my Beyond the Rim fic (aka the Serious One), I've got 17 chapters and 35 reviews, which is about 2 per chapter. On my Salvatoris fic (aka the Angsty One), I've got 1 chapter and 4 reviews. Crazy.

HERE IT IS. Also, I want you all to remember that everything will come together in the end, and I'm trying to write with the voices of the characters in mind, but they're stressed at the moment because Exile is *SPOILER BLOCKAGE*. You know what I mean. So if they seem more weepy than usual, you know why. Julianna, play the second game right now. So you can read this sooner. And be LS. This is an LSF Exile story.

And everything, as I said, will come together in the end. Or fall apart, in *SPOILER BLOCKAGE*'s case.

Don't say I never gave you anything.

Okay, so I finally got around to uploading the first chapter of the KotOR 2 fanfic I've been working on for the longest time... but I cannot think of a title for the story. CANNOT.

CRAAAAAAAP. I have to do this in the next 15 minutes, too, because my computer at home is a psychopath and won't let me start new stories.

Incidentally, everyone's gonna hate me for this fic. I may be killing people. I may be establishing totally irrational pairings. I may be doing all sorts of things.

Don't worry, I won't kill off anyone.

Yet. Goodness, I'm not going to kill someone off in the first chapter. I don't do that kind of thing, because nobody cares if you kill someone off too early. Unless you can do it really, really well, I suppose. And I still haven't thought of a title.

Hmm. I really hope Salvatoris means what I think it does.

This is what I want for Christmas.

Hello.

I know, I've been very neglectful.

Things will change.

I PROMISE.

REALLY.

Because...

I will be a happier person.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Who knows?

Maybe I will just leave now then.

Yes, you'd like that.

I discovered a new defense mechanism today.

I was trying to study for my FRQ (Free Response Question) for APUSH (AP US History) last night, and I cracked under the strain. Next thing I knew, I was drooling over the "Backstreet's Back" video and I can't even really remember how I got there.
Regression Method (TM), I call it. I'm selling it for $1,000,000 (USD), and I'm going to go google it now and fine everyone who's used it before.

So, last night, I had a dream about paper clips.

But not just any paper clips. No, these were paper clips of Scientology. You see, the Scientologists were selling paper clips door-to-door, a paper clip for a dollar. This, of course, is a ridiculously high price, and so it would seem pretty easy to turn away those pesky scientologists, right?

Wrong.

Because these weren't just any scientologists. These were adorable, red-headed Scientologist children!

AND THEY WERE SO CUTE.

I caved. Despite my mother's protestations that we already bought a paper clip from one of them earlier (nice job, Mom), I rushed down to my room and bought one.

Just once more, for old time's sake.




UPDATE: THIS IS BRILLIANT.
I love the oblivious guy in the backgroud there. 50 SporkPoints to Syl for pointing it out.

Better now, by the way. Advil is a miracle. Ayup.

Hmm. It would appear that my fever is gone. Then why am I still freezing?

98.6. Exactly.

Fever.

Heehee, that reminds me of Oregon Trail. Good times. Except then it has to be like this:

Adriane has a fever.

Yeah, good times. I used to put all my enemies in the wagon, leave in March at grueling pace with bare bones rations, then ford the 12-foot-deep rivers to see how fast I could kill them.

OH my HECK.
My Yahoo groups need to chill. I checked my mail at 8:30 last night, and I got rid of everything. Checked a minute ago, and I had 92.

ONLY SEVEN OF THEM WERE NOT FROM MY YAHOO GROUPS.

I need to change my subscription.