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I came downstairs this morning in my pajamas only to encounter a ghastly sight. There, on the couch, was my father, my own flesh and blood, staring intently as the high-definition television as it played the show "Bratz." My dad... was watching Bratz. If there was any doubt as to whether or not I'd go emo, this confirms it.
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Yesterday was her birthday. "Her" as in "Happy Happy Joy Joy." How did I know that? I'm not sure. *weeps*
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To match my Alter-Ego, I have now changed my Avatar! My original one was made by Toa of Art before he closed his request list:
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To the people in the back row- Stop throwing popcorn chicken at my freaking head!
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Oh lovely, I was planning something for the BZP Frontier League site. I go to login, and now this happens. After all that time I spent on the site too. Yeah, I even tried the links, but they've been changed. So if anyone has the information that was originally on the site, let me know. Otherwise, I might have to start a new site from scratch. Sigh, with or without COT, we're still planning to have the league... I just don't know about the site right now: it took so long to make what I had made the first time. ©1984-2007 Toaraga EAM
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the new series of Doctor Who started an hour and several muinits ago and I for one am amazed sorry american Doctor Who fans about it not being shown there until around summer(if I am right).Seriousely UK Doctor who fans if you missed it today then be sure to watch it tomorrow or if you can't get someone to tape it for you if you still miss it...well not only did you get a bit of a plothole but you missed the premier of The Doctor's new companion Martha Jones.I won't say anything about the plot American Doctor Who fans but i will say two things about the episode: » Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... «1:It features rhino headed aliens called Judoon who seem to be like the police 2:It features a vamire-like alien who looks like a human
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it gunn eetchoo
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The poor little guy has to sit in my avatar square, all day long, with little pay, always in a constant expression. So I think he deserves a name. I'm thinking Sam. What you do think?
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At my friend's partly last night, I really think I may have "hit it off" with this girl with -almost- the same first name as me, just spelled differently. Or at least, I think it means you've hit it off when there's plenty of room on the couch, but she sits right up next to you, and every now and then leans her head on your shoulder (but never leaves it on long), asks for your contact information, and needs to hold your hand while getting up from a sitting position. =D
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A friend of mine is having her sixteenth birthday partu this evening. What I got her is not important. It's the box that matters. The small cardboard box containing the gift had a big barcode sticker on it which, at the bottom, said, "Handmade in China." Naturally, I took the sticker off, tore off the "Handmade in China" part, put the HiC part back on, and wrote undernearth, "With you in mind." Because I'm just that good.
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Lego will be resending my Brickmaster set. It may take awhile because they are out of stock, but it will come. Which means the interns are currently safe from my wrath. Also, for those of you who want the Culex transcript, it will be posted soon. I found what I needed and just need to type it. That will be posted by the end of the week. Also, I am awesome at Street Law. There are three students in the class of about 17 that are actually doing good in the class. I currently have an A, everyone else is doing horrible. From what I know they have D's and F's. The class is really easy so I don't know how they are failing. (Although it might just be the fact that one of my brothers is a lawyer, so that makes me awesome at law too. I have no idea though.) Kohaku
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VahkiPower? KimPower? Please. OmiPower.
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I thought this was a rather interesting read, it's about techniques set designers can't use. link
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Today is red nose day and it is literally "the big one" there tones of mercandise such as large red noses which laugh when you throw them at a wall(which might i add is good stress relief) and it is all going to Comic Relief to help people in third world countries .You may be wondering why I put the big one in quotations well that is the title forthis red nose day...could have made the red nose they made this year better though not sayingi don't like it.This time the red nose is "the nose that grows" apparantly because after a while it grows it is made of a very soft material and you can put sticker on it to make it look like it has a face it also camew with a block of white chocolate which if you held up to a light you could see a character from Doctor Who or Wallace&gromit.The time before that the nose was made of plastic and had a wacky yellow and purple hairstyle.And tyhe time before that the nose had red hair you could design yourself with some hairgel that came with it. There is a 3-hour long comic releif special on at 7:00pm so i'll probably watch it this time (last red nose day I didn't watch it). So in closing I have one thing to say: HAPPY RED NOSE DAY! *Yami*
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Yeah, well, it just occurred to me that in real life I speak much the way I write on BZP. In other words, "schmargle" and "splee" are common in my day-to-day vocabulary. So, to help you all emulate me, I've compiled a list of Dokisms for you to use. Whenever something is cool and/or awesome, use the word "rocksome." When in an awkward silence, whisper in the other person's ear, "Schmibbletts." When describing something weird, always end your sentance with, "Like a gurgling Polandian." When doing something that requires a forceful release of sound and/or breath (i.e.: lifting something heavy), be sure to shout, "SCHPARGLE!" When being random, never stick to the typical stuff like, "Smell my foot." Rather, don't be afraid to go against the flow by saying something like, "Smell my hair." When using the word "lol" in regular speech, never be afraid to use it before an unusual word. For example, if someone's feet smell, instead of saying, "lol you smell," say something like, "lol athlete's foot." And that's why the ladies are like all over me.
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You know want to check out my new trade topic, and trade me all of your stuff.
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In english we are currently learning about Edgar Allen Poe and today we just read The Raven a famous poem of his.And I decided to post the entire poem here on my blog: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! *Yami*
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I say it's time we get to the bottom of this. What causes BZPower's server to so frequently go down? I have the answer. As anyone with eyes can see, all the servers are manufactured by Sun, making them obviously inferior.
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Guess what? My last entry got 4 comments in TWO DAYS. So you know what I did? I deleted it, in place of this far superior blog entry.
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Why are side effects of medicine often worse than what the medicine is trying to cure? If the side effect of a medicine is death, is it better to live with the ailment or chance death? Why are some side effects what the medicine is trying to cure? If stomachaches are side effects of stomach medicine, how do you know if it's the medicine working? Why is it that the side effects are what the medicine is supposed to do? Why is drowsiness a side effect of a sleep medicine? That's why I take Placebo. Placebo! Side effects include mental telepathy, mental breakdown, mind control, and overactive imagination. Er, no I'm not currently sick, but that doesn't stop advertisements from airing. Advertisement side effects include annoyance, lethargy, desire to buy, anger, frustration, broken mute button, closed eyes, and snoring noises. ©1984-2007 Toaraga EAM
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Well, for those of you who care, I finished the 30 Hour Famine. Had fun. Ate a lot afterwards. But anywizzle. In other news, I'm going to rant about something you've probably heard NOTHING about AT ALL in the past THREE WEEKS. OMG ANNA NICHOLE SMITH! First of all, let's talk news coverage. If anybody watches Fox News on a regular basis, they would know that a tiny little emblem with the face of Anna Nichole Smith resides from time to time just above the news ticker. The War in Iraq has recieved wall to wall news coverage for YEARS and it don't got no logo at the bottom of the screen. Anna Nichole Smith dies and she has he FACE embedded into the Fox News skin in a matter of days. And what exactly is this news coverage about, anywizzle? There's a custody battle over her kid and her body. Big s woot. That happens in America all the time to woman who die that aren't celebrities. Or stoners. And the judge last week? Do you realize he got a television show deal? The man cries over who gets custody of a body and he gets a TV show. I cry when my hair gets in my eyes and I don't have my own TV show. Then again, I don't have a Kangaroo Court either. After reading Exo's latest rant, the entire Anna Nichole situation leads me to believe that she herself would make a great cereal mascot. She's wacky, insane, and I <think> she even has her own legion of 7-year-olds. She can't turn to moon into a marshmallow, though. I wish I could turn heavenly bodies into Jello. Did I say that out loud? Oh, whatever. I'll regain my sanity sooner or later. Probably later.
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Remember this and this. (Man, that's terrible photo quality... lousy 3 mega pixels.) I still stand by it... I hate awards shows. Like I'll care or remember who won what and for what and how great they did. My life doesn't revolve around celebrities... it revolves around the sun. But wasn't that a great moment when that awesome event happened during that one point? I'll always remember how it went. Yeah, it rocked like a concert. Speaking of memory, I wonder if elephants can get amnesia. ©1984-2007 Toaraga EAM
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So apparently there's a new Veggie Tales movie coming out this year about "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything." You know, for guys who supposedly don't do anything, they certainly seem to have a lot of credits to their name. I guess if they actually lived up to their name, it would be a pretty boring career. Drat the luck: I can't find a way to work a good pun with "fresh," "veggies," and "comedy" in there anywhere. *Weeps* ©1984-2007 Toaraga EAM
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Don't you just love that fable?
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I went to the opticians today to get my eyes tested and the optician said that my eyes were perfectly fine now just need to wait another two years. And after that i went down to the local toy shop which is ironically next to the opticians and i got Defilak Dekar and *instert drum roll* Takadox! For those who have no idea what the big deal is about Takadox has been slipping from my grasp evry single time i went somewhere that sells Bionicle.Anyway I'm suprised at how big takadox really is he is about 3/4 brutaka's size when perfectly upright(don't know why but i just prefer the sets like that) however i have simply ajusted the back so it looks like he's bent over it looks like he's hot a hunched-back but atleast he's level with the other barraki's heads. Anyway later on I was bored so I took a few pictures and added humorous captions. *Please note that picture three has a bit of a spoiler for bionicle legends 5 all who haven't read that book please do not look at that picture if you don't want part of the book spoiled* Picture one:Dekar meets Vezon. Dekar and Pridak acting like spoiled babies Dekar meets Kongu,Matoro(offscreen) and Hahli(mostly offscreen) We all know this is gonna happen sometime or another *Yami*
