Bender

So I'm on such a sugar/caffeine high right now that I had to add this. I skipped dinner tonight because I felt like shit (read previous blog entry). About fifteen minutes ago I got REALLY hungry so I decided to sneak downstairs and steal some food real fast. Well, I get down there, and first off I must get myself a Dr. Pepper. So I get one. Then, I start digging through the frig, and I find these weird pepper things that look pretty good. So I eat one. They are hotter than jalapenos. It's a good thing I like spicy stuff (I am pretty hot, ya know ), because this thing was HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, so I rush to my Dr. Pepper to cool my tongue, but I'm still hungry so I look for the cherry pie. I find it. Last I remembered there were two pieces left, sic (which is Latin for thus) someone else must have eaten one because I just finished the pie. At least, I hope someone else ate one because that's a lot of pie. I might end up fat . Anyways, I was feeling exceedingly lazy so I just eat it straight from the pan. It was the best piece of pie that I've ever eaten. Probably because I was so hungry. And then I was walking upstairs and I burped. Imagine this: Jalapenos, cherries, pure sugar, and caffeine on a sandwich. That was what the burp tasted like. I almost considered rushing to to the bathroom and making myself barf just to get the taste out of my mouth. It was gross. Whatever, now I'm really hyper and need someone to bug. However, in a few minutes I will crash and maybe even start crying before promptly going to sleep. Oh crap! It's happening! :wacko: Oh wait, that's just indigestion. Ouch. -psychic psychopath

Okay, I would probably count as a round mouth, and that is surprisingly accurate, aside from the part about making a bad day better. I usually make them worse.

So I strapped on my iPod Shuffle and went for a little run just now, and by the time I was done with my fourth mile I felt like shit. Well, I go inside, and the reason I felt so bad was because I ran the four miles in 30 minutes, which is ten minutes faster than I usually do. In fact, I had no idea I could even do that. So I blame the music. Jesse is back from vacation! Yay! I saw the chronicles of Narnia today. It was good. But the best part of going and seeing it was the previews. I now have a movie that I want to see really badly. It's called "Hoot", and I couldn't tell you the first thing about it. I was too busy staring at the gorgeous actor who happens to be in it. He is blond, and he is adorable. The movie looks kinda boring, but I'm definitely going to go see it. I almost started drooling, which would have been embarassing considering where I was. Oh well. -psychic psychopath

My mom gave me coasters for Christmas. Maybe it's because I always yell at people when they don't use coasters. I am fourteen going on 63. And I guess I'll keep them and use them on a regular basis.

Your mom had sex with...wait, that comeback doesn't work in this instance...I need more comebacks. Ummmmmmm...your mom's face had sex with her mom! Wait, that's not much better.

Yay Christmas! My family always opens the presents under the tree on Christmas Eve and then we get presents from Santa on Christmas morning. I am really wanting a trip to Washington D.C. for Christmas. I'll not be getting it. Oh well. So, I got two really cool watches, some coasters (my mom thinks she is really funny), a Terri Clark CD, t-shirts, sweaters, and DVDs, but sadly no underwear with the hot guys on the front. Oh well, there's always next year. The worst part about all of this was that I had to deal with my dad all day, but luckily he was civil. As was I. In fact, it really wasn't that bad, and I got an awesome present from him. $250. Cha-ching, bitch!!!! So, we have a family gathering with my maternal grandparents and one very close family friend. But after this, we go to a Christmas party at another friend's house and stay there for about an hour. We just got home from that, actually. Anyways, there was this guy there who I've known since I was three because our families are really good friends, and we've been friends for like our whole lives. Well, his family moved to Texas a while back, so I hadn't seem him in quite a few years. He was at this party, and I must tell you, puberty has been kind to him. He turned really hot. But, being the awkward fool that I am, I couldn't go talk to him. However, I did see him glancing over at me every once in while as I stole glances at him because he's so pleasant to look at. I heard it through the grapevine that he is now a total computer nerd. Have I mentioned yet that nerds are hot? All four of my crushes are very smart, and I might be able to add him to this list, depending on whether or not I see him any more before he goes back to Texas. And to rationalize, because that's what I do, don't you dare start thinking that he was looking at me so much because he likes me. It was only like twice, and I bet it's because he recognized me but coudn't put a name to my face. Please hurry, Santa, I want to know what else I got for Christmas. -psychic psychopath

I eat a lot, just so all of you know. I have a naturally high metabolism, and I run every day, so I eat more than anyone else on the planet. Well, we went to nothing but noodles for dinner tonight, and it was absoutely delicious, but now I'm hungry. The problem is that I'm too lazy to go get any food. That would require standing up and walking to the fridge, and that's just a messy process that I don't want to get involved with. I got a haircut . I love(d) my hair, and now some of it is gone. But it's really not so bad. The only reason I finally agreed to getting it cut was because it started poking me in the eye at cross country, and now it doesn't do that anymore. Also, my hair gets blonder during the summer and browner during the winter, so I am a brunette right now. I can feel my IQ going up by the second. Christmas is in two days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am super-happy. And I mean SUPER happy. However, I only have, like, four presents under tree right now, and two are sweaters. But I shouldn't complain, because Snow Dog pointed out that he gets none. Boy, he's lucky. All of you bitches that told me to read Desert Dropping can burn in Hell!!!!!! Now I'm addicted again!!!!! I thought I was cured, but nope, I'm right back to Domaholism. I worship you, Dom. You took the two most Aggrivating characters ever, Rory and Aaron (The little slut, sorry Vic), and still the story is one of the best I've ever read. I am not a bowling pin. -psychic psychopath

It is good that you said, "Happy Holiday, whatever you celebrate," Dom, because I am from Mars (so is Mariah Carey). Thus, I celebrate Hutookajulan, the festival my people created to make sure that our crops grow well. Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! New Short story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just read this entry: http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/blog/slav...p?showentry=701 And yes, Kevin, you twip a lot.

I'm skipping cross country practice right now because I feel like shit, so I can't run, but I felt good enough to make this entry. I am officially free from school until January 4th, which is when the scrooges of the world are making me go back. We had an academic team Christmas party, which was a lot of fun. We played dirty santa, and people kept stealing my presents, which sucked because I got two really good presents the first two times I picked new ones. Then it was up to me to either steal someone else's or end the game by opening the last present. I chose to end the game. I wish I hadn't, because it was velveeta. Also, I tried and somewhat succeeded at being nice to the asshole team captain. And just so all of you know, I really don't think he's gay. He doesn't twip at all. But back to the pont, I was pretty nice to him, and he was pretty nice to me, so this might work out in the end. We'll never be best buds, but at least we can be civil. I'm going to try not to get too angry when he messes up a science question. I mean, he's not perfect, so I'll be less critical. We had a Latin Club Christmas party, which was a lot of fun. My sister and I were on a team for Cranium the board game, and we got second place because I got a question wrong that I definitely should have gotten right. It was like, "If you added up every whole number from 1 to 100, what would the sum be?" I was off by fifty, because I said 5100 when it was really 5050. I would have had time to check my math except that we only had like a minute, and I had a hard time remembering the formula thingie, about the sum of the terms in a sequence is equal to the number of terms times 1/2 the sum of the first and the last term. And my sister is no help on math questions, so I was on my own. But it was still a lot of fun. -psychic psychopath

So, I had a startling realization today. I was talking to this girl who is on academic team with me, and the evil team captain has decided that we need to get our coach a Christmas Present, which I'm fine with, but this girl said that I need to ask him...let's call him Frank...about what to bring, I think it was five dollars or something. So I say, "No. I don't talk to 'Frank'". And she says, "Why don't you talk to 'Frank'?" And So I'm like, "Because he's a super arrogant butthole. He's cocky and rude, at least to me he is, and he totally stole my saying." Some background info: I say "Suck it!" every time I get a particularly amazing question right at academic team practice, and once he got a question about the density of water right and he said suck it and then laughed at the look of horror I had on my face when I heard him. So she's all, "Kinda like you. I mean, you and he are exactly alike, and it's actually kinda funny because everyone sees it except you two." Why didn't I notice this? I mean, I know I sometimes miss the obvious, but not something THAT big. And the more I think about it, the more true I see it is. We are pretty much exactly alike. But I'm still better at science. However, the good news is that if we are exactly alike, then there's a good chance that I'll be the team captain when I'm a senior. Good news. That's all for today. Please comment. I like comments. -psychic psychopath

I actually said that when people asked how I knew the answer. Well, I said sieve of someone, I couldn't remember Erastosthenes. And then I was too lazy to look it up.

I'm still having a hard time with entry titles, so I just used "The Angry deck of Cards". Boring. But then again, my life is boring, so oh well. We had a test over the Odyssey in English class today, and there was the world's most ambiguous essay question at the end of it. However, I did quite well on it I think because I rock at bullshitting my way through everything. And bullshitting is really all that writing is; making something out of nothing. So, the reason that a certain someone told me that it is unlikely that I'll be going to the National Science Bowl is that the person who picks the team that gets to go happens to be our oh-so-evil team captain. He and I are mortal enemies. At least, he's my mortal enemy. I don't know if he feels the same way about me. I know I would if some skinny little freshman was better at science than me. But today there were many questions about science as we are in preparation for the Regional Science Bowl (which I can go to), and I answered many of them right. There were some that stunned people. For instance: if you eliminated every second number after two, every third number after three, every fourth number after four, and so on, what numbers are you left with? The answer is prime numbers. Technically it's a math question, but that little tidbit can be ignored. Not much to report about the hotties in my life today. I didn't talk to any of them. I'm very sad. Hot CC guy is super-cute. -psychic psychopath

Thinking for a title to each entry is not easy. It kinda stinks, to tell you the truth. Does anyone agree with me? I hope some of you do. Maybe I'll just throw random letters. Like this: geioauhr, iwoejens, Martin Luther... Umm, so, Life is going well right now. Except that I found out that I might not be going to the science bowl this April. Which sucks on every level because I realy wanted to go, but we "usually don't take freshmen out of state." Which is retarded, because I'm better at science (especially physics) than the rest of my team put together. And, I really wanted to go to Washington D.C. Oh well. It would really piss me off if they went and the dumbass team captain buzzed in too early and they ended up losing because of him. Actually, I think I would laugh at their misfortune, because they didn't take me with them. Hot Cross Country Guy has such a nice butt. Since he has such nice legs, you can bet he has pretty much the world's cutest butt. It's perfect. That's all there is to it. Perfection. Oh my God! Church is so boring! Church yesterday just really bored me so much worse than it usually does, and I don't know why. Religion itself is boring. Luckily Catholicism is slightly less boring than the rest of Christianity. -psychic psychopath

Ok, I've been asking the aformentioned question all day today in my oh-so-perfect two-pack-a-day voice. It made my sister laugh so hard she almost peed herself. Just imagine a fourteen-year-old kid with a gay-sounding lisp and somewhat high pitched voice asking that. I sounded like a Russian Prostitute. So, I finished a story that I've been working on for quite some time earlier today. Head on over to The Domaholics forum and check it out under "Member Poetry and Short Stories". I hope y'all like it. Please post comments or something. Feedback = good. Hot Cross Country Guy looks really good in his under armor...it's all tight and shows off his perfect bod... Wow. Time to jack off again. Academic team captian dude continues to piss me off. Bye! -psychic psychopath

Oh yeah, I explained fast because we were running out of time. I learned all this stuff from Wikipedia and a book I read called "Alpha and Omega". And no, I'm not reading Faust, I listen to Trans-Siberian orchestra, though, and they have this cd (which is all I know it to be, but it could be like an opera that they perform or something) that talks about Mephostopheles. Right now I'm reading "Gone with the Wind".

Mephostopheles himself attacked the haircutter that gave Hot Cross Country guy this haircut. Well, I guess that's being a little dramatic, but it's seriously the ugliest haircut ever. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's still really hot, but the hair was kinda the icing on the cake for his beauty. I almost cried when I saw it. We had many academic team competitions this week, which I rock at. But, I am pissed at the varstiy team captain, becuase we had a competition where there is a computer prgram that makes a question come up, gives us options, and then we have a minute to answer the question. If we answer the question in the first seven seconds, we get five bonus points. Past that, we get fewer and fewer bonus points until we get none after thirty seconds. Well, there was a question that was something like, "Which of the following is composed of protons and electrons?" The choices were X-rays, Microwaves, Photons, Quarks, and Solar Winds. I said, three seconds into it btw, "Solar Winds." Eventually he says, "What makes you think that?" (Snow Dog inserts here: "It can't be anything else, duh!") So I explain why to him. X-rays and Microwaves are composed of luxons, not tardyons, and photons ARE luxons, thus can't be composed of protons and electrons, and quarks are the things that make up protons, so it can't be that. Thus, it must be Solar Winds. He finally selects Solar Winds, and we get it right. However, instead of getting ten points as we would have if he had trusted me, we got five. I mean, it's not so much about the points as it is the pride. What he did was basically say, "I don't think you're smart enough to actually know this for a fact. And since I'm so much better than you at science (which he sucks at, btw), I'm going to make you justify your answer to an annoying degree." And afterwards I find out that he doesn't even know what a baryon or a luxon is, so he doubted MY answer when in all actuality he's the one that has no clue about anything. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -psychic psychopath

Oh My God! I love this song! My mom liked Pearl Jam a lot, and she played this cd once in the car, and I borrowed (meaning stole) it and haven't given it back. Nor do I intend to. I want to hear the original version, 'cause you know, that's a remake.

yes, and I hated it; but that was when I was going through my bitchy phase. In fact, every once in a while the bitchiness comes back with a vengeance. Like today. Bad day, sorry.

I'm looking for a real tear-jerker; anything, really, book, movie, song. Anything just as long as it makes me cry. Please do not suggest, for I have already seen/read/heard them: "Rent", "Beaches", "God's Will", "Concrete Angel", Hope was Here, and I think that's it. Anything else is fair game. P.S. Internet Stories are even better than Novels, becuase they're absolutely free (to an extent).

I just drank some hot chocolate with marshmallows and cinnamon and powdered sugar (my favorite!) but now my tummy hurts a lot. I've never actually said stomach ache, it's always been tummy ache. Oh my! I just burped really loud and now my stomach doesn't hurt any more. Wow, burping helps. I'll have to remember that. I like analytic geometry a lot. That's the kind with the coordinate plane, that combines algebra and geometry. Did you know that you can plot (almost) any equation on the coordinate plane? Take, for instance, 3x + 4 = 16. All you do is rewrite it as f(x) = 3x + 4. Then you draw that line on the plane and then you plug in sixteen in the place of f(x). You go up the y axis until you get to sixteen, then you follow it out to where it intersects with your line. If you did it right, it should intersect at (4, 16). Ok, I'm no longer going to be a math teahcer; I think all of you reading this already know everything I'm saying anyways. Oh well. Bye y'all. -psychic psychopath

Now where's Mag when you need her? I know she'd chime in with some nice "Wicked!" yells...I like Wicked a lot too, though. "Defying Gravity" is one of the best songs of all time.

OK folks, it seems that the tryptophan from all of the turkey that we've eaten has permanently seeped into our brains! So here's a nice new topic for everyone. What is your favorite musical? I may seem like a broken record because all I can talk about recently is Rent, but that is mine. It made me cry a LOT. I still cry when I hear "Without you" and remember the scne in the movie when she is dying of AIDS and there's no one there. OK, now I'm crying again. Stupid sad songs. Anyways, I would make this a poll, but I'm too technologically retarded. Trust me, no matter how fool-proof it is, I can find a way to mess it up. So just post the one that you like. And stay away from the turkey.

It's Advent! You know what that means; only four (five, technically) weeks until Christmas. So it's time to light the first purple candle in the Advent wreath. Boy, the Catholic church has a lot of silly traditions. Like Easter. Our Chrsitmas tree is now up and decorated. It took a while, but I at least had the help of my sister. However, Christmas lights are still demonic. They just decide to stop working occasionally, and then you have to take the whole string off only to find that they are actually just blinkers. Oh well. Speaking of Christmas lights...My sister hit some of the lights that I lined the driveway with. She ran over them with her car. So of course I had to replace them. But that's alright, I made her buy me flaming (hehehehe) hot cheetos, which I shared of course. I've been sitting here listening to the movie version of "Without You" over and over again, thinking about Hot Gay Guy, desperately wanting a boyfriend to cuddle up with...okay, pity party time is over. Happy hour is from 4 to 5. Literally. I inted to drink myself silly tonight. Okay, okay, so I won't be doing any drinking. But that's quite alright. I'm gonna go listen to more Rosario Dawson and cry some more. It's a very sad song. -psychic psychopath

I have a funny story about Brokeback Mountain...so, I go to the movie, and this obviously gay couple comes up and sits a seat away from me, and I'm thinking, "Yay! People like me!", when the one nearest to me leans over and asks, "Is this the first preview?" "No," I say. "Have they shown one for Brokeback Mountain yet?" "No," I say, smiling slightly. Yeah, I know exactly why they want to see Brokeback mountain. It's the same reason I do. Well, it was funnier when it happened than it is when I actually wrote it. I swear it was hilarious.