Wow. Well, that was cute at least!
I'm babysitting today and I put on Aaron Stone for my little brother. His younger brother came on screen and my three year old brother came up to me and asked, "Hey sissy, is that your boyfriend?"
I started laughing hysterically and tried to explain that he was famous and that I had no interest in dating him anyways. (Too old for me.)
Then B said it was HIS boyfriend.
I cracked up harder.
Now he won't nap, so...later.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
FANG-Most Eventful Book Yet, or a Menace in the Making
So:
I read FANG:A Maximum Ride Novel today. I have to say...I'm a little...dissappointed.
Okay first of all: SPOILER ALERT! DO NOT READ IF YOU AREN'T READY!
Second: On to business.
Okay, so they tell us: Fang is going to die. Yeah, I get that. I'm all excited, thinking how it will make for a great fanfic, super hyped up, all ready to read it...
And his death is so completely utterly predictable and DULL that I can't finish it. I'm just sitting there thinking, "Really Fang? Did you HAVE to pull a Heath(House of Night) on us." And other than that, all I can think is, "FINALLY!"
Then Max goes all Bella-New Moon on us and I just roll my eyes. Uh...ANNOYING! I mean, I get he's dead, but CAN YOU GET A GRIP AND SAVE HIM? So she finally does...and it's the most dull thing ever.
But I like how he ALMOST died. It gave me a good sense of how much they love each other. So Dylan attempts suicide and I think, "hmm...nice, now Fang has no rivals...unless Iggy gets the hots for Maxi! (gasp!)"
And then he pulls his little "running away" stunt. WHAT THE HECK!? Aren't you DONE with the drama yet Fangles?
I was bummed. I've read the MR books at least 5 times each, but I'm not sure I want to pick this one up ever again.
I almost think I wasted my money on amazon.com I could have preordered the next Dark Elite book, or the next Drake Chronicles book, or Lies, by Michael Grant! And I spent my money on THIS!
Uh...BORING!
Yawn. Can we say "been there done that?" JP is trying to "revamp" the flock, I get that. What I DON'T get is why he's destroying it in the process. Okay, so I understand that Max doesn't get to live happily ever after, but why did you have to mess her up so bad?
Oh, and while I'm going at this: Fang, get a grip. In twenty years, she'll be in her thirties (we think.) She will move on. If you're REALLY so full of yourself to think that she won't, then maybe she DOES need Dylan. Sorry Fangles, but he is Stark, she is Zoey *but not so skanky* and you are Erik. Time to move on pal.
He can't just EXPECT her to WAIT! She's an independent, free spirited, AMAZING woman and you cannot lock her up in a cage. YOU of all people should KNOW that! Of course this cage is the metaphorical synonym for her heart, but she ISN'T GOING TO WAIT! At least, she'd better not! Part of leadership skill is to face the front and never look back. Looks like you just got left in the dust, loser. You think I'm sitting around waiting for MY CRUSH! UH....NO! It's like Sam in A Cinderella Story said: "Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in a drought. Useless and disappointing." Time to move on pal. My advice? Find Aly, she currently resides somewhere...well, no one knows where she is. She could be anywhere right now. I"m sure she'll contact you though, for your little group. She always did perfer strong and silent, like her. Of course, you'd better get your pathetic little ego in check at the door, because she MIGHT just be too hardcore for you to take on.
Oh, and screw off. We all hate you now anyways.
Lahtah losah!
And, I'm tired of ranting. I'll be back tomorrow with a whole new series of rants!
I read FANG:A Maximum Ride Novel today. I have to say...I'm a little...dissappointed.
Okay first of all: SPOILER ALERT! DO NOT READ IF YOU AREN'T READY!
Second: On to business.
Okay, so they tell us: Fang is going to die. Yeah, I get that. I'm all excited, thinking how it will make for a great fanfic, super hyped up, all ready to read it...
And his death is so completely utterly predictable and DULL that I can't finish it. I'm just sitting there thinking, "Really Fang? Did you HAVE to pull a Heath(House of Night) on us." And other than that, all I can think is, "FINALLY!"
Then Max goes all Bella-New Moon on us and I just roll my eyes. Uh...ANNOYING! I mean, I get he's dead, but CAN YOU GET A GRIP AND SAVE HIM? So she finally does...and it's the most dull thing ever.
But I like how he ALMOST died. It gave me a good sense of how much they love each other. So Dylan attempts suicide and I think, "hmm...nice, now Fang has no rivals...unless Iggy gets the hots for Maxi! (gasp!)"
And then he pulls his little "running away" stunt. WHAT THE HECK!? Aren't you DONE with the drama yet Fangles?
I was bummed. I've read the MR books at least 5 times each, but I'm not sure I want to pick this one up ever again.
I almost think I wasted my money on amazon.com I could have preordered the next Dark Elite book, or the next Drake Chronicles book, or Lies, by Michael Grant! And I spent my money on THIS!
Uh...BORING!
Yawn. Can we say "been there done that?" JP is trying to "revamp" the flock, I get that. What I DON'T get is why he's destroying it in the process. Okay, so I understand that Max doesn't get to live happily ever after, but why did you have to mess her up so bad?
Oh, and while I'm going at this: Fang, get a grip. In twenty years, she'll be in her thirties (we think.) She will move on. If you're REALLY so full of yourself to think that she won't, then maybe she DOES need Dylan. Sorry Fangles, but he is Stark, she is Zoey *but not so skanky* and you are Erik. Time to move on pal.
He can't just EXPECT her to WAIT! She's an independent, free spirited, AMAZING woman and you cannot lock her up in a cage. YOU of all people should KNOW that! Of course this cage is the metaphorical synonym for her heart, but she ISN'T GOING TO WAIT! At least, she'd better not! Part of leadership skill is to face the front and never look back. Looks like you just got left in the dust, loser. You think I'm sitting around waiting for MY CRUSH! UH....NO! It's like Sam in A Cinderella Story said: "Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in a drought. Useless and disappointing." Time to move on pal. My advice? Find Aly, she currently resides somewhere...well, no one knows where she is. She could be anywhere right now. I"m sure she'll contact you though, for your little group. She always did perfer strong and silent, like her. Of course, you'd better get your pathetic little ego in check at the door, because she MIGHT just be too hardcore for you to take on.
Oh, and screw off. We all hate you now anyways.
Lahtah losah!
And, I'm tired of ranting. I'll be back tomorrow with a whole new series of rants!
Friday, March 12, 2010
Rant of the Day
*Please note that names were changed for the protection of their pride today*
My rant for...the current moment: Conner and Max-two of my friends who may or may not have flipped personalities.
Okay, so Max is being...practiced in the art of douchebaggery. I don't know WHAT his problem is, but MAN that guy is annoying right now. Up until...Well, Monday I guess, we were super close. Now I don't know what's going on with him. He's always being a jerk and hanging out with a ton of girls he'd never usually be caught dead near. He nearly ran me over running down the street today, and when I called out he barely turned around. I shouted out, "Where are you going and what is your problem lately?" and he just screamed back, "I'm busy!" and took off again. So...whatever. Go have fun doing whatever Max. Just don't come anywhere near my house until you have your brains back.
Then the other wacky thing: My friend Conner is a total player. We're close, but he's always surrounded by girls in short skirts during school, so we never really talk unless I seek him out to say something specific or if we randomly see each other while he's NOT in a huddle of high pitched giggly girls. I mean, I love the guy, he's my best friend, but his girl groupies get annoying.
The other issue:
Conner is dyslexic. So he covers his insecurity about it with an abnormally large ego. He's really sweet, but he never acts like it. He acts like a bigshot. I guess in English class he's always cracking jokes and being his normal school self but needs help all the time.
So this chic in Tech walked up to me and asked what his problem was. I explained his situation and told her to lay off. She's one of my friends so she was just like, "Oh okay. I just didn't know. I would never laugh at him." Then she and a couple other girls just started talking about how cute he was and walked away.
He walked by and I told him that the people in English didn't matter and that he was better than them, no matter what he believed. He got really upset and punched a wall a few times. I told him (thought I'm still not sure the guy believes me) just how awesome he is and what an amazing guy he is and how they didn't matter. He went to gym and I found him after class and asked if he was okay. He nodded and hugged me before walking away.
That's just scenario one.
Okay, like I said: conner is a player. He's always surrounded by girls much prettier and more scantily clad than I am. And he hugged a total loser...in front of them. It was weird. Sweet, but weird for him.
THEN I had a headache and he kept asking if I needed him to take me to the nurse. But he KNOWS I get bad headaches and I would be fine when I got home and took asprin. So he was freaking out for no reason, really.
And now I'm kinda pissed at our mutual friend who rides the bus with us. She kept talking about how: "Full of himself" he is. I defended him and she blew it off and said I was just like all the other girls in school.
Well I'm not. I don't take his bull. I see through it and will not stand for it. he's pretty much learned he can't lie to me very easily. It's just not going to work.
So now I'm mad at her. But whatever.
I feel kinda bad too. Because of my headache I went home instead of going to his meet(a sports thng) and I said I would go. But I just couldn't go.
So..everything is weird today.
I don't know why I'm ranting here. I have a diary. I don't use it much, but I have one. (Bet Conner would LOVE to read that...hahaha)
In his defense, he is a sweet guy. He just likes to hide his insecurity. He thinks he's got to live up to this image of the perfect guy but what he hasn't figured out is that we all think he's totally awesome (minus girl on bus) and what an amazing person he is. Even Hea (sisterly being) admited it and she "hates" him. I told her what the girl on the bus said and she got PISSED. But she never liked her much anyways.
Well, right now I don't either.
Conner willl NEVER see this (I haven't told him I have a blog) so I'm just going to toss this out there: Conner is not only very cute, but he's the nicest guy I think I may have met out here (I moved here last year). He pisses me off, drives me up the wall, makes me scream at him, has pushed me over the edge sooooo may times, but he's also the most thoughtful, considerate, and funny guy you'd meet. He's the kind of guy who would hold the door for an elderly woman and then tell her he'd never seen such a beautiful woman before. He's the kind of guy who can give himself but doesn't like accepting compliments from his real friends.
And he's a really good singer.
And no matter what he or anyone else thinks: I think he's pretty great. And I know he can do anything he wants as long as he can have a little faith in himself.
Okay, I think I'm about done with this rant. Latah.
My rant for...the current moment: Conner and Max-two of my friends who may or may not have flipped personalities.
Okay, so Max is being...practiced in the art of douchebaggery. I don't know WHAT his problem is, but MAN that guy is annoying right now. Up until...Well, Monday I guess, we were super close. Now I don't know what's going on with him. He's always being a jerk and hanging out with a ton of girls he'd never usually be caught dead near. He nearly ran me over running down the street today, and when I called out he barely turned around. I shouted out, "Where are you going and what is your problem lately?" and he just screamed back, "I'm busy!" and took off again. So...whatever. Go have fun doing whatever Max. Just don't come anywhere near my house until you have your brains back.
Then the other wacky thing: My friend Conner is a total player. We're close, but he's always surrounded by girls in short skirts during school, so we never really talk unless I seek him out to say something specific or if we randomly see each other while he's NOT in a huddle of high pitched giggly girls. I mean, I love the guy, he's my best friend, but his girl groupies get annoying.
The other issue:
Conner is dyslexic. So he covers his insecurity about it with an abnormally large ego. He's really sweet, but he never acts like it. He acts like a bigshot. I guess in English class he's always cracking jokes and being his normal school self but needs help all the time.
So this chic in Tech walked up to me and asked what his problem was. I explained his situation and told her to lay off. She's one of my friends so she was just like, "Oh okay. I just didn't know. I would never laugh at him." Then she and a couple other girls just started talking about how cute he was and walked away.
He walked by and I told him that the people in English didn't matter and that he was better than them, no matter what he believed. He got really upset and punched a wall a few times. I told him (thought I'm still not sure the guy believes me) just how awesome he is and what an amazing guy he is and how they didn't matter. He went to gym and I found him after class and asked if he was okay. He nodded and hugged me before walking away.
That's just scenario one.
Okay, like I said: conner is a player. He's always surrounded by girls much prettier and more scantily clad than I am. And he hugged a total loser...in front of them. It was weird. Sweet, but weird for him.
THEN I had a headache and he kept asking if I needed him to take me to the nurse. But he KNOWS I get bad headaches and I would be fine when I got home and took asprin. So he was freaking out for no reason, really.
And now I'm kinda pissed at our mutual friend who rides the bus with us. She kept talking about how: "Full of himself" he is. I defended him and she blew it off and said I was just like all the other girls in school.
Well I'm not. I don't take his bull. I see through it and will not stand for it. he's pretty much learned he can't lie to me very easily. It's just not going to work.
So now I'm mad at her. But whatever.
I feel kinda bad too. Because of my headache I went home instead of going to his meet(a sports thng) and I said I would go. But I just couldn't go.
So..everything is weird today.
I don't know why I'm ranting here. I have a diary. I don't use it much, but I have one. (Bet Conner would LOVE to read that...hahaha)
In his defense, he is a sweet guy. He just likes to hide his insecurity. He thinks he's got to live up to this image of the perfect guy but what he hasn't figured out is that we all think he's totally awesome (minus girl on bus) and what an amazing person he is. Even Hea (sisterly being) admited it and she "hates" him. I told her what the girl on the bus said and she got PISSED. But she never liked her much anyways.
Well, right now I don't either.
Conner willl NEVER see this (I haven't told him I have a blog) so I'm just going to toss this out there: Conner is not only very cute, but he's the nicest guy I think I may have met out here (I moved here last year). He pisses me off, drives me up the wall, makes me scream at him, has pushed me over the edge sooooo may times, but he's also the most thoughtful, considerate, and funny guy you'd meet. He's the kind of guy who would hold the door for an elderly woman and then tell her he'd never seen such a beautiful woman before. He's the kind of guy who can give himself but doesn't like accepting compliments from his real friends.
And he's a really good singer.
And no matter what he or anyone else thinks: I think he's pretty great. And I know he can do anything he wants as long as he can have a little faith in himself.
Okay, I think I'm about done with this rant. Latah.
I'm BAAAACK!
Me:So, I haven't been updating in a while.
Hea:Rainbow
Hea:I'm hungry
Me:Well dad's getting pizza
Hea:Did you fill this out?-stares at transfer form-
Me:No my dad did.
Hea:Oh, because it doesn't look like your handwriting -phone buzzes- That's dirty.
Me:Wow Hea. Just wow.
Hea: What time is it?
Me:Time to learn?
Hea: OH SHUT UP!
Me: So saint and fang got married on Skype. -gets stared at- Saint Fang of Boredom?
Hea: I know. What is skype?
Me: I think it's video chat.
Hea: OH. That's crap.
Me: Don't stab the candle.
Hea: Why?
Me: It's not mine.
Hea: Won't it just melt away away like an icicle. So when does Jay get home?
Me: Late.
Hea: What time? -pauses- I'ma gonna sit on your gum- oh wait that's mine. I'ma gonna sit on my gum.
Me: You're weird.
Hea:So are you.
Me: Thank you.
Hea: -polishes vase- That could look so dirty. THis is kinda wrong.
Me: Wow Hea. Just wow.
Hea: I'm cleaning a vase. I wanna shove it up Zach's butt. Maybe the stick will come out.
Me: He's not that bad.
Hea: hE wants a banana up his butt.
Me: He's got issues but...
Hea: He's got ten bananas up his butt.
Me: No, I'm serious, he's not that bad. There's gotta be a reason why he acts like that.
Hea: Someone is home.
Me: Tee-hee. You realize what I'm doing right?
Hea: I don't wanna know.
Dad: PIZZA!
Me: What?
Dad: -dances in with pizza box- It's the pizza dance.
Me: I'm typing everything we say as we say it.
Hea: Why?
Dad: Because she has webcamera? YOur guess is as good as mine.
Me: bEcause I'm blogging it.
Dad: She's workig on her job as a court reporter.
Hea: You're not really typing that are you?
Me: I am.
Hea: you're not okay.
Dad: -makes farting noise with mouth- Type that.
Me: I will. What time does Jay get home?
Dad: Gonna go pick her up in about fifteen minutes.
Me: Okay.-looks at Hea randomly- HI twin.
Hea: Legs up.
Me: WHAT?
Hea: What dad said when he needed the places from the cabinet below us. I just accidentally opened the cabinet with my jeans.
Me: Good for you.
Hea:-gets plates out- PIZZA!
Me: I'm bored of typing everything we say.
Hea: Good for you.
Me: BYE! (By? Bai? BI!? Oh how I hate homophones.)
Hea: -stares- You're not okay
Me: I'm the crazy twin.
Hea: And I'm not?
Me: ...
Hea:I rest my case.
Me:AS YOU SHOULD!
Hea:Rainbow
Hea:I'm hungry
Me:Well dad's getting pizza
Hea:Did you fill this out?-stares at transfer form-
Me:No my dad did.
Hea:Oh, because it doesn't look like your handwriting -phone buzzes- That's dirty.
Me:Wow Hea. Just wow.
Hea: What time is it?
Me:Time to learn?
Hea: OH SHUT UP!
Me: So saint and fang got married on Skype. -gets stared at- Saint Fang of Boredom?
Hea: I know. What is skype?
Me: I think it's video chat.
Hea: OH. That's crap.
Me: Don't stab the candle.
Hea: Why?
Me: It's not mine.
Hea: Won't it just melt away away like an icicle. So when does Jay get home?
Me: Late.
Hea: What time? -pauses- I'ma gonna sit on your gum- oh wait that's mine. I'ma gonna sit on my gum.
Me: You're weird.
Hea:So are you.
Me: Thank you.
Hea: -polishes vase- That could look so dirty. THis is kinda wrong.
Me: Wow Hea. Just wow.
Hea: I'm cleaning a vase. I wanna shove it up Zach's butt. Maybe the stick will come out.
Me: He's not that bad.
Hea: hE wants a banana up his butt.
Me: He's got issues but...
Hea: He's got ten bananas up his butt.
Me: No, I'm serious, he's not that bad. There's gotta be a reason why he acts like that.
Hea: Someone is home.
Me: Tee-hee. You realize what I'm doing right?
Hea: I don't wanna know.
Dad: PIZZA!
Me: What?
Dad: -dances in with pizza box- It's the pizza dance.
Me: I'm typing everything we say as we say it.
Hea: Why?
Dad: Because she has webcamera? YOur guess is as good as mine.
Me: bEcause I'm blogging it.
Dad: She's workig on her job as a court reporter.
Hea: You're not really typing that are you?
Me: I am.
Hea: you're not okay.
Dad: -makes farting noise with mouth- Type that.
Me: I will. What time does Jay get home?
Dad: Gonna go pick her up in about fifteen minutes.
Me: Okay.-looks at Hea randomly- HI twin.
Hea: Legs up.
Me: WHAT?
Hea: What dad said when he needed the places from the cabinet below us. I just accidentally opened the cabinet with my jeans.
Me: Good for you.
Hea:-gets plates out- PIZZA!
Me: I'm bored of typing everything we say.
Hea: Good for you.
Me: BYE! (By? Bai? BI!? Oh how I hate homophones.)
Hea: -stares- You're not okay
Me: I'm the crazy twin.
Hea: And I'm not?
Me: ...
Hea:I rest my case.
Me:AS YOU SHOULD!
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