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Drat. I am going to have to get a new blog. This thing is not working.

*growls and curses in French* Blog still not working. But I don't want to get a new one...

Stupid blog...

So, what? I'm going to have to have super long titles whenever I want to blog something? Ugh. I don't want to take the time to get a new blog...

And still not working!

My Blogger is not working!

Witchapalooza!

WAS AWESOME!!!

WE HUGGED THE LEAD SINGER OF THE REMUS LUPINS!!!

Why Murphy?

I despise my life. I really do. I have come to the conclusion that all the evasive manuevers I take to stay out of trouble inevitably lead me into more trouble than I was anticipating to begin with. It really rather sucks. It's Murphy's Law. Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. And it always does. This is my life. I should really be used to it by now.

Grandma Lee Should Have Won

I liked the Chicken Catcher and all, really...but he beat Barbera Padilla? Seriously? Oh well, America has spoken. Hmn, George W. Bush did win after all...

Congrats Kevin!

Almost three in the morning

Yes, it is. And I should really be getting to sleep.

So, just a note:

KISS and BUCKCHERRY at ARCO ARENA!!!

WITHCHAPALOOSA at ARCO ARENA!!!

I like Arco Arena now...

GOING TO BOTH?

Hopefully.

Random?

Yes.

Why?

Hello? It's three in the morning. Brain goes off at midnight.

Rejection!

I totally got left out of the loop this time. Not on standard gossip, not on some school goings on that hardly apply to me. Oh no! I got left standing in the rain without an umbrella by my own sister! She had a boyfriend without ever telling me! I mean, it was horrible for her. He dumped her between two class periods but she never told me! Ugh. I feel so left out. She only talks to me. No one else. And yet she told mom but not me! What the hell? *grrr* Not cool. I tell her when she asks about my tragic usually non-existant love life. Well, except that one time...nevermind. I guess I understand. Mostly.

America's Got Talent

VOTE GRANDMA LEE!!!

Fan Fiction

What is it with people that frequent fanfic sites and just have to compliment the skills of EVERY SINGLE damn person that posts a story that wants to masquerade as decent fiction? Good God, fanfiction.net has some of the WORST fics I have ever read and no one ever says anything even slightly critical. They just praise! Excessively! What in the hell? That just makes people who write something good seem less talented. It puts them on the same level as crap. Thanks, guys. Geez, get a set and tell people the truth. Be polite about it, sure, but say something honest.

Give Me the Backseat

Life is such a drag sometimes. Sometimes you get to the point where you aren't sure if everything you are going through is worth getting out of bed in the morning to go through. Why can't we just sit in our rooms forever? Time wouldn't pass and nothing would ever change. There wouldn't be anyone yelling at you. No one would die. You wouldn't have to age. There would be no reason to cry. I want to get in the car and just keep going for all eternity. The wind across my face and the radio playing. It's the greatest moment and it just doesn't seem to ever last long enough. It's the perfect time to think. It's calming. I can't figure out the source of its therapeutic properties. I only know they are there. I'm tired of getting up, tired of getting to my feet after being knocked down and then pounded into the ground. I just want to ride in the backseat for the next eighty or so years.

So, you've probably noticed that

I am quite obsessed with Greek Mythology. So, dork that I am and nerd in love with Greek mythology that I most certainly am, I have the Disney movie Hercules. I decided to watch it this morning at like eight a.m. because I didn't sleep a wink, literally, last night so why bother "sleeping in", right? Obviously when you watch Disney films as a kid, you really don't notice the adult humor they throw in, the accuracy of mythological or literary references, etc. Now, I do, because I am indeed the Queen of Dorkdom College Student that watches Disney movies. It was partially accurate. The Odysseus, Achilles, Jasonesque rant was right. Hercules' heritage? Not so much. The movie has him as Zeus and Hera's son and his mortalness due to Hades. Hercules, originally a Heracles was the son of Alcmene, someone else's wife, of course. Hera tried to kill Hercules, actually. Disney fails to point out Zeus's constant infidelity but has no problem showing Aphrodite, Hephaestus's wife, coming onto Phil. Lovely, Disney. For the record, Hades was not such a insane evil villain. In fact, he was no worse than any other God in the pantheon. He just never got along with his brother Zeus. Not to mention, as a God he can't be ugly. The only unattractive God was Hephaestus, son of Hera. (Are you noticing that they are all related?) The falling in love with Megara part is accurate. The mythical Hercules did do that. But, eventually Hera tricked Hercules into a terrible rage and he killed Megara and all of their children. With the help of Hermes and Athena, he eventually became a God, having been promised immortality by Apollo, and even though Hera made him miserable the entire time. Hades had nothing to do with Hercules being a mortal dude. And the taking over the world and Olympus thing? Didn't happen. Then Herc married Deianira, who accidentally poisoned her husband with what she thought was love potion. Unable to stand the pain, hunky guy throws himself into a fire pit to burn alive. Luckily, Zeus asked Hera to give up her grudge because he thought his son has suffered enough. She agreed and ol' Hercules joined the Gods. Though, I'm doubting Hera was happy about it. Disney didn't tell it quite like that. And they made Hera a very sweet little dainty woman, which she certainly was not. A perfect match for Zeus because of her strength, stubbornness and temper, the character was a little...off. Lol. Aphrodite was done quite well. The Titans were not. They were not so creatureesque. They were like the Gods, powerful and humanoid. Not to mention, not all of them were imprisoned. Plenty served Zeus. Despite inaccuracy, I love the movie. It is witty, amusing and the Greek Mythology, though somewhat...skewed...is still a major plus for me. Gotta love the Hydra who thinks he can eat Herc. And of course the awesome Hades super pissedoffness at Hercules's continueing defeat of his monsters. Not to mention, that Hades's servants are consuming Herc's merchandise. The temper is great. The references are fun. "Pandora had the box. The Trojans got on the wrong horse." Its great.

Yes, this was kinda like a review. I'm sorry. I didn't sleep last night. I have no idea what could have come over me.

Haunting the Haunter

So, the first question is, do you believe in ghosts? If not, you may find this following post to be a little weird. Now, I'm not going to say that there is or that there isn't. I am merely going to present evidence, a list of strange occurrences at my home over the last month or so. You've probably seen a ghost-related show or two. Ghost Hunters, Paranormal State, Haunted America, Most Haunted, etc. Now, when you watch these shows, some of them bother to stop and try to explain some of what happens. In Ghost Hunters, this is called debunking. Most other shows aren't quite as happy to show the viewer that half of their experiences can be debunked. Which makes Ghost Hunters more credible than other shows. Now, the things I am going to list, some I can explain and others I cannot. It all started about a month ago when I first began digging toward the back of my property. This may have absolutely nothing to do with the occurrences, but is nonetheless the first event that comes to mind. Around this time, my dad and I started joking about having a poltergeist. We've been saying that on and off for years as every six to eight months we have a month or so long period of strange luck around the house. Things go missing. Things reappear in strange places. Things fall over or slam shut in the night. Things open by themselves. Just little things you don't think about much. Other times, there are nights (don't laugh) usually falling close to the end of the waxing moon in which we have been known to see large shadows, dark forms moving about, hear unnerving sounds, etc. Recently, I have been the only one home most days which makes some of the things that happen creepier. Before, we could individually blame someone else living in the house as the culprit. As it stands, I cannot very well blame my dog for moving things around on me. One, she is a small dog and no matter how good a jumper she may be, chances are she is not going to find her way onto counters and tables to pick up things she could care less about and place them in various spots around the house. Two, in recent years she has become more of a napping dog and she rarely leaves my side. The other dog in the house is also unlikely to commit such deeds as he never leaves my dog's side. And, he happens to be half the size of my little Shiloe. Some of the things that have most recently made me jump out of my skin include a shovel that I keep in the backyard appearing on my bedroom floor, a sleeping bag rolling itself up without the help of human hands, a flash of white that seems to like 1:00 a.m., and all the flashlights in the house, which had new batteries in them since we had had a birthday campout at my house the week before, having died sometime within the same day. On the flashlights thing, you could easily say that they died because we had used them at my campout. We used only two of them (there are six in total) and only when we left the tent since we had a large tv that provided plenty of light for seeing. You could also say that I have no idea when they died. We each keep separate flashlights in our room, in case we need them. I had checked them all the day before because my sister hadn't wanted me to take down the tent, so I left everything in there so she could go inside the tent to watch tv. She didn't use the flashlights, btw, since she only went in during the day. So, I know they died sometime in between five that evening and seven the following evening. I wanted to use a flashlight the next day because the lights starting flickering and then went out for about an hour. Things that people see can rarely be proven since it is unlikely that you will be carrying a video camera that is on around with you when something occurs. So, I see little reason to list the many things I have seen, except maybe a couple favorites. The first favorite being that I glanced toward my desk, on which were my workgloves, and wasn't really paying attention. It looked like my gloves stood up, took a long step, and fell over. I turned, confused by the movement. They had been on top of a box and were now on the surface of the desk. The second thing was when I was taking the dogs out, at maybe around midnight one evening, I saw what looked like a large dark mass in the shape of an animal crawling slowly on top the stone wall toward my backyard. The dogs started barking, so I shooed them inside and then came back out with a flashlight. (this was not one of the house flashlights in case you were wondering, its the one for the backroom when we take the dogs out at night) The mass was still there but it had stopped moving. I shined the flashlight at the wall and there was nothing there. I considered what could have made what looked like a moving shadow. I really didn't expect to see any shadows since it was extremely dark and there is absolutely nothing on the other side of that wall. No trees, no buildings. Nothing. Not even grass. The only light came from my house, and it was a dull glow just around the sidewalk in the backyard. The wall is out of range of the light. The only light was the moonlight, which was very pale and it was somewhat cloudy that night. I really had no idea what I saw. But it had to be something or the dogs wouldn't have started barking in that direction. As of now, I have only "debunked" one of my houses occurrences. Every door in the house opens and closes on its own. I can explain the bathroom and office doors. When you close one, the other opens. Likewise, if you open one, the other closes. This happens because they are on opposite sides of the same room from each other. My door can sometimes be explained by the open window. However, it does the same thing when no windows are open and we have no vents, so that one I haven't quite figured out yet.
I have been told and have seen myself what appears to be an older man walking about the property and sometimes into the house. He seems to be a kindly old fellow. The only older man that I can remember from the realtor's storytelling was the one that was killed here when he owned my house. I doubt it would be the same guy as the one she mentioned was murdered and put in a truck in the attic, above my closet to be more precise. (There is, oddly enough, a crack in the roof of my closet as if something heavy were sitting atop it. It has been growing steadily worse over the years, which is especially strange since according to my parents, the one time they dared go up there, there was absolutely nothing up there. I wont go up there and my mother refused to ever do so again. She never told me why.) Personally, I'm hoping that the roof never falls through and reveals something was indeed sitting over my closet.
Well, that'll have to bring my weird rantcapade to a close. Gotta go do dishes.

Blogtastic

On a third but of equal entertainment level, which I assume is mild at best, I have come to the realization that there is indeed truth to some of the points of the single dad cliche. Now, don't get me wrong, I totally love living with one parent. When we had both my parents, it was always miserable around here. Since mom left, the miserable percentage of 99.999999999% has reduced to around 49.999999999%. I quite enjoy the new number. One thing I am not so fond of is that dads, with the exclusion of fathers in the food industry, don't always know what to do in a food crisis. For example, last night all the power to Galt went out. (Galt is the tiny little hicktown we know and love...well, I love it) There was no food in the house and dad needed to pick up dinner. My poor dad can never remember my sister and my likes or dislikes, or even what we are allergic to. Sometimes, the exact date of my birthday slips his mind. (He remembers Kallie's because its a week before his) So, he finds a store that the manager let him in, even though it was closed. He buys a bag of bbq chips and three large microwave burritos. Now, I despise burritos, with a passion. Kallie never eats just one. And dad was out of soda. Dinner ended up consisting of burritos, chips, waffles and milk. Now, I care for neither burritos or waffles (at least not at night). It was close to 9 o'clock at this point. I didn't get dinner. Though I grabbed some crackers around midnight, after dad had gone to sleep. I couldn't grab anything earlier, as I would have had to admit that I was still hungry because I hate burritos and gave mine to my sister. Considering his foul mood, I didn't consider that option. The point of this rather lengthy rant is that I really feel like a college student. Sit in my pajamas, playing on my laptop and eating strange conjunctions of food all inbetween classes, which I take only two days a week. Now if I just had a car to complain about my inability to afford gas for.

Failure to Launch

So, I was planning on finally taking my permit test this morning. I got up early, after staying up until one in the morning studying, only for my dad to realize suddenly that I couldn't even take it because my mother had absconded with my birth certificate when she left. Not to mention, my SS card. And my library card, but that is somewhat less important. So, I'm at home, twittering and blogging because I have nothing better to do. On a secondary note, I only added Twitter today for the sole purpose of locating my friend Sharkey who is basically unreachable. ALL THE TIME. And I figured I might as well finally give in and add that damn thing, giving one more site possibility of catching her online. Yes, the anti-sheep has gone sheep.

I swear On The Grave That Will One Day Be Mine

Cupcake is indeed afraid of the dark