And What Is This?

I leave you alone for half an hour and you've deleted my newest post. The post which I am fairly positive I posted.

"Fairly positive? How can you be fairly positive?"

I just can! Don't contradict me, Claudia. I'm in a ludicrously bad mood today.

NE way…

Why I shouldn't write anything at 1:30 AM:

 “Rats,” said Arthur, without a hint of emotion. He was terrified out of his wits. “Gosh.”

The rats stared at the humans. The humans stared at the rats.

“They're awfully large rats,” Lily remarked.

“What do we do now?” Arthur clamped his hands together behind his back to stop them from trembling. “Seeing as the rats see us. And they are definitely armed. I've never seen firearms so…I believe the phrase is pimped out.”

“Basically,” Lily said slowly, inching down the stairs, “we implement Emergency Backup Plan C7b: Only In Extreme Circumstances.”

“What's that, then?”

“Run."

My protagonists' speech patterns seem to be mimicking my thought patterns at that time. Hey, it's not my fault that I stumbled across Wil Wheaton's reviews of Star Trek: TNG episodes or that online games are so delightfully addicting.

Will not click that link…will not click that link…

Today's awesome thing: This. Period.

Not Quite Sure What To Do

After doing a solid, hour-long block of schoolwork (okay, I might have spent a few minutes on TVTropes. But no more than a few!), I decided to take a break. I read a few new posts on the NaNo forums, I checked my email (nothing), I checked a couple of blogs, I checked my email again (STILL nothing! It's like all my friends are in school, learning things, instead of hanging out on the internet as if they have no life!), and then came here. After I clicked the "New Post" button and the page loaded, I realized I had no idea what I was going to post about.

Sure, I have things that I could talk about, like that giant list of weird facts I probably shouldn't know (did you know that LSD is not addictive?) or my trip to the school I'm going to next year. But none of them seem like something I want to talk about.

I feel very stuck right now. Obviously, my lack of material is a sign that I should probably not be a blogger. I can't think of any dreams that I haven't already recounted a million and one times, and I can't think of anything interesting that's happened to me recently. I went to the Botanical Gardens? I had a cup of tea this morning? It was really hot yesterday? I…have no idea what to say. Oddly enough, I have no trouble talking about some aspects of my writing In Real Life ("So, my antagonist is a dormouse who owns a company that makes cleaning products and she kidnapped Allie in order to lure Lily and Arthur to her secret office block and they break in wearing suits…") but that just doesn't strike me as something I want to blog about.

What do you think? What do you want to hear about from me? Do you even want to read anything in particular? I'm pretty sure I fixed the comments so that anyone can comment. I am relatively new to the whole blogging thing.

Why Halloween Is My Favorite Holiday

A few minutes ago I went downstairs with the sole intention of finding that Band on the Run album (Jet! Jet! Doo doo doo doo doo doo!) to import to my iTunes. I came upstairs without it, instead clutching a plethora of Beatles, Monty Python, Halloween sounds, and Beethoven. Which kind of tells you all you need to know about my musical tastes. Yes, I now actually have an album of Halloween sounds on my iTunes.

I never did find Band on the Run…

Okay, have I mentioned that I'm going to Ireland next month? No? Are you sure? Well, I am. A great opportunity for me, because I have a ton of themed outfits that I've planned but never worn (would my new striped cardigan or the 90's sweater go better with my hipster outfit?), and now I have a reason to try them out. See also post title.

Also, this Ireland brought up an issue that I had totally forgotten about. When I was little, I lent my book of Irish folklore and fairies to my friend's mom and then forgot I had ever heard of the thing. And that is my random memory for today. Carpe diem.

Internets, Lovely Internets. And Claudia Is Here

I'm back! I couldn't post yesterday or the day before, because my grandparents don't have Wi-Fi. But I had fun visiting them, and my aunt was awesome, as always.

"I doubt anyone noticed you were gone. Also, I've noticed some grammatical errors in your post title."

And this is Claudia, my inner editor of life.

"And ‘Newfallen’ isn't a word. It's either ‘New-Fallen’ or ‘New Fallen,’ but it can't be ‘Newfallen.’"

She can be a little harsh sometimes.

"Sometimes? I'm harsh all the time, sister. Also, you should really go do that homework day you've been putting off."

You sound like my mom, Claudia.

"I'm not your mother, but I can act just like her if I need to."

Please don't.

"I really don't deserve this. I could have been inner editor to J.K. Rowling, but I got stuck with you."

If you had been J.K. Rowling's inner editor, the Harry Potter books would have been a lot worse.

"I sense gloom here. Why don't you try and smile once and a while?"

I am smiling. You just can't see it, because you're in my head and can't see my mouth. Oh yeah, I'm smiling really big. I feel like the bottom half of my head is about to fall off!

"Watch that sarcasm, Omnia."

If I tried to keep my sarcasm in check, I'd have nothing to write those books you love trashing with.

"Of course, dear. Now why don't you end this post before you alienate your friends? It's getting a bit long and argumentative."

Whatever.

Spreadable Butter is Stupid and Hates Me

The subtitle of this post is "The Post Whose Title Has Nothing To Do With Its Contents. Again."

Anyway, I didn't post yesterday, which I bet nobody noticed unless you're closely following my blog for insights into my slightly warped mind (In which case you're probably either a stalker or a psychiatrist). But today I have a couple things to post.

Thing 1: Today, I'm going to visit my grandparents! Which is going to be lovely apart from the 12-hour round-trip car ride. The horror. But I have knitting and a 10-hour Jasper Fforde book-on-CD to listen to, so hopefully it'll be better than my last trip.

Thing 2: Today in history. According to my li'l calendar thing, today was pretty eventful. Not only is today the anniversary of the first postage stamp (England, 1840), but it is also the birthdays of Robert Peary and Sigmund Freud (both in 1856. Coincidence? I THINK NOT ) and the Hindenberg explosion, which my calendar defines as (I quote): "Airship Hindenburg blew up and burned."

Lovely.

I noticed there were two "Things" in this post. 

So here is a picture of Thing 1 and Thing 2.