If you're ever down in Facebook, look me up.

The world as we know it may soon be over. My mom has discovered facebook. I think she likes it.

I have also discovered facebook. I think it's boring because I have no friends. She got friends up the wazoo instantly. What's going on here? I'm supposed to be the one who's all internet savvy. Me! Sniffle.

And while I'm on the streak of complaining (not really, but we'll say I am), it is three days from Christmas, and I have not seen a single cookie. I have seen a few cookie bars and some shortbread before my mom so generously took them to work, but so far it has been the winter without cookies, and that's just not how it's supposed to be.

No cocoa, either! We have Nesquik, which Hunter swears tastes like cocoa when heated (someone must've atom bombed his taste buds), but really tastes like chalk no matter what you do to it.

It's three days from Christmas, people! There is no cocoa, there are no cookies, very few candy canes, and I have participated in Christmas shopping only once. This year is strange...

Boredom

It's the first day of Christmas break and I'm bored out of my mind. There's nothing to do around here (why do you think I usually play World of Warcraft all day?), and since I know my mom will suggest chores, I'll rephrase that. Nothing entertaining to do around here. Sitting around waiting for something to happen still trumps laundry, thank you.

I've read all my books at least three times each (and some of Hunter's twice), I've got writer's block so I can't try writing my 50-billionth one, I have artist's block too so drawing is useless, there's nothing on the TV except food network Christmas specials I watched two weeks ago and a Jeff Dunham show I already watched today, can't go anywhere with my friends because I have no way to get anywhere with my friends, and my friends on WoW are all enjoying the new content that comes with the expansion I don't have yet. Safe to say, there really is nothing (entertaining) to do except make fantastic run on sentences.

It's been about half a day and I'm already stir crazy. Can't it be Christmas already so I can at least enjoy the novelty of whatever I'm getting?! I need to go do things. Things does not include chores. There has to be something around here.

Dungeons and Obsessions

While enjoying my glorious lunch of wheat Chex doused with sugar (something has to be contradicting there) and browsing the internet, it occurred to me that I have become very interested in Dungeons and Dragons. It also occurred to me that I have never played, watched, or done anything more than read about it.

But the reading I've done makes it somehow insanely appealing. I have daydreams about rolling dice, writing up character sheets, getting P-O'd at the GM, and laughing as an idiot comrade makes some stupid move that gets the whole group squished. I must play it. This is the goal of my senior year, and if I wasn't a geek before, I probably am now.

The interest is actually so great that I haven't played World of Warcraft in about a week and a half. I know. It's getting that bad. I wants to play!

Also, the dice are pretty.

Owchies.

Upon re-reading my last post, I have remembered something possibly more interesting. Last year, I was very much into yoga. For whatever reason, I stopped going to classes over the summer, and last week I picked them back up. Now, for those of you who have ever skipped a yoga class, I'm sure you know how many things you forget how to do.

Now imagine skipping months of classes.

I swear, it didn't hurt this much when I started the class the first time. I know it's just the fact that I'm horribly out of shape and have no muscle, and that it'll go away soon, but the fact is that when I walked into the class last week, I knew absolutely nothing. Couldn't balance, couldn't stretch. I had issues doing dog pose. That's pretty lame. Meanwhile, the person next to me was doing headstands for fun.

I also went this week (I am never forgetting another class for as long as I live, this I swear upon many baked goods), and I swear I did something bad to my shoulder (still hurts). I did, however, redeem my skills in bending by flaunting the fact that I can do a full wheel pose and the rest of them can't. Neener, neener, neener. So for another week, I will remember this and feel smug. At least until next Tuesday and Ms. Balancing Skills does her headstand again. *grumble*

P.S. Tylenol is my new best friend.

When the fat lady sings, it had better be over.

It has come to my attention that I haven't posted in a while. We can blame this on my massive amounts of French homework, my French teacher (for giving the homework), and the fact that my life hasn't been interesting lately. I apologize to you, my readers, who probably number less than five.

So I dragged myself out of bed this morning at the cheery hour of 5:30, wrestled with whatever clothes smelled clean until I found the armholes, and headed out to the bus stop expecting the normal boring trip to school. It sure seemed normal at first, but I guess I should have known when I saw out of the corner of my eye that the girl in the second seat had a gigantic balloon with a picture of a singing Viking woman and "It's not over until the fat lady sings," in gaudy lettering printed on it. What a fat Viking woman has to do with the rest of this, I have no clue.

A few minutes down the road, we go around a turn, and all of a sudden, I hear,

"HAAAAAAPY  BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIIIIRTHDAAAHAYHEEEE!!!"

It sounded like a bad attempt to imitate auntie Mary's opera singing. A very bad attempt. And as if the once wasn't bad enough, the balloon continued to sing this EVERY FLIPPING TIME THE BUS MADE A SUDDEN MOVEMENT.  I think by the third time it went off, everyone pretty much wanted to shred the thing. The owner of the balloon wanted to shred the thing.

I'm not quite sure what happened to the balloon (although I imagine it was somewhat violent and involved stabbing), but I didn't see it on the bus ride home. And that is the most interesting point in my week so far.

Oh yes, I'm also creating a tabletop RPG without having ever played one before. My friends seem to be interested. We'll see how that works out.

Craftiness

Let it be known on this freezing day of November, that I of little household skills have made an apron! I realize that, being that I have very few household skills, this apron will probably never see the light of day again, but this can be forgotten until I shove it in the pantry.

It's sewn well, pretty much. I forgot to decapitate a few threads here and there, but it's good. I would be a lot more proud of the thing, however, if it fit me. Apparently the sewing teacher's pre-invented measurements were set in stone before the skinny people arrived.

So, without further ado, here it is.

For some reason, the name embroidery ended up all backwards and such when I took the picture.

P.S. Nom #2

We're also having salmon for dinner! Yay!

Hi ho, yardwork!

It's 5:26, and today is turning out pretty good. Pretty nearly amazingly awesome, actually.

-7:22 (Don't ask how I remembered that): Wake up. I can breathe! Partially.

-Some point after 7:22: Dad comes home, bearing donuts, cinnamon rolls, and cough medicine. Hurrah!

-After that: I log onto World of Warcraft, and get 2000 gold! And then spend about 50 on pretty robes and a pet rabbit.

And then...(wait for it)...I, black-thumbed, self proclaimed Queen of Geeks, who has killed even cacti (Accidentally. Really.), planted flowers! Oh, yes. I arranged them all pretty and such, made friends with the many spiders in the flower pots, and froze various limbs off. I'm still waiting for the feeling to come back into my fingers, which is a very odd sensation when trying to type. Now, whether the flowers live or not is yet to be seen, but for now I can successfully say that I have not caused immediately-noticeable irreparable harm.

PLEASE DON'T DIE, FLOWERS!

And now, I'm looking forward to pie and Moose Munch cookies. The former is sitting tauntingly on the stove, and the latter currently baking and filling the house with its smell of tastiness.

Now, if only I could feel my fingers and toes...

Snacky Foods

That last post of mine got me wondering what my other comfort snacks are. I'm also sick with the world's worst throat cold, so I could definitely use a few of them (too bad I don't have most of them), and I just saw the Harry & David gift catalogue, so I'm definitely thinking about food.

Here's my list:

-Lime Jello. If I'm too impatient, the warm not-yet-Jello is also good.

-Peanut butter toast. Among other things, its one of the few snacks on this list I can make without screwing it up.

-Ramen. Chicken flavored, which is totally different from chicken noodle soup no matter what you say.

-Nachos, piled high with cheddar and microwaved until the cheese starts to crisp around the edge of the plate. Yum.

-Banana bread, with butter. For some reason, when you put butter on banana bread, there's this nutty flavor that wasn't there before.

-Warm, gooey, cover-my-face-with-chocolate chip cookies. Nuff said.

-Hot cocoa, not chocolate milk. There is a difference. Cocoa is thick, and cocoaey, and definitely chocolate.

-Tea, but not green tea. They all fill me up with warm fuzzies except green tea for some reason.

-Mint. Anything mint. Dunno why, but I love the stuff. I'll eat practically anything with mint. Maybe even tomatoes (yick), but that has yet to be tested.

Aaand, that's about all of them. I currently have some jello in the fridge, waiting another three hours until I can eat it. Hopefully it will be edible. Putting in two cups of water instead of one isn't that bad, right? Hopefully it won't be as bad as my infamous banana bread massacre.

P.S. Nom

Lime tea and peanut butter toast is officially my new comfort snack.

Just thought I'd let you know that.

The window over the kitchen sink

loves me, I swear. When I forgot my house key and everything else was locked, did it give up on me? When my Dayquil began to wear off and I thought whatever virus I've got was gonna kill me, was it evil? Absofizzinglutely not. The lizard that watched the entire ordeal of me trying to break into my house through the window over the kitchen sink while hacking up a lung, however, is debatable.

So that was my adventure for the day. Is it at all sane of me to think that lizard planned it all?

No, nope, maybe?

I've got nothing else to write. Hopefully the lime tea that just beeped in the microwave won't kill my throat with its citrus content. That lizard had better stay out of it. >.>

Ding!

Those who play WoW will recognize this glorious sound. In game, the sound is actually more of a fwrrrl accompanied with a yellow column of celebratory fwoosh, but the meaning is pretty much the same.

I have leveled to 70!

All hail me. Forget that the level cap is raised to 80 on Wednesday. It is lies, you have been deceived. Northrend does not exist (Que flashy Men in Black light).

In other news, my French teacher has been piling on the homework assignments, which means I have also been playing my role in the world by forgetting about them completely. Coulda sworn we had nothing over the weekend. -.-

Alabaster update:

My stone is bruised! I didn't realize how deep the damage was until I started to file it. If I carve away all of the bruising, I'll lose the shape of the sculpture. Maybe I'll say it was on purpose. The deep scratchy lines add artistic merit. Yeah.  Did I mention it's going to be shown at Sculpture in the South?

For some reason, I am now craving pie and cranberry juice...

Rawrg

I swear my web design teacher must love tables. We've been working on them for about a week and a half now. A WEEK AND A HALF! For tables! I pity the pour soul who hasn't learned these by now!!

And, so of course my teacher (we shall call her Ms. Connell), has decided to give us yet another simple table assignment. We must make a list of hex codes and their names, and such. This is easy. This would be fine, except that for some unfathomable reason, I FLIPPING HATE TABLES. Something about them spurs my laziness unlike any other force I have ever encountered (except maybe nagging). Ms. Connell says table, and I no longer want to work. I have been copying and pasting for the last week and a half! Please, for the love of all cheesecake let us do something else!!! D:

And while I'm ranting....

Alabaster. I admit, I do enjoy stone carving. There's nothing quite like beating your aggressions (like pent up ones from the day before against your otherwise-nice web design teacher) into rock dust flurry of will-soon-be-an-abstract-fwooshy-thing, however this would be much more enjoyable if:

-It weren't 7 in the morning.

-my arms didn't hurt tremendously afterwards due to an obvious lack of muscle.

-The guest artist hadn't left, taking all the forks with her!

By the way, there was a guest artist. She was teaching us how to carve stone. She took all the forks with her.

;kdjhfg;ksjdhr!

gkjhfgkrjhk!$%#

Rawr.

I actually did have a good weekend though. Mostly. Excluding the fact that I had to spend 8 hours in a hotel room "learning how to drive." I hardly remember any of the useful stuff we did in that room...

On Halloween, I went to my friend's house to hand out candy, for I had nothing else to do. She dressed up as a pirate and found a nifty Dark Priestess costume in her closet for me to wear. The little kids stopped coming around 8, and we went trick or treating for maybe a little longer than an hour. Why so little a time, you ask? Because that night, the temperature was in the 40's. Oh, yes. 40's. Walking around holding a grocery bag full of candy in paper thin package-claims-it's-velvet does not generally work out so well in these temperatures.

And then I got home to discover Hunter had gone out for two hours or more and filled his entire backpack without wearing a costume. He will not share. >.>

I will make him share.

I will also learn how to drive.

...These will likely happen around the same time. (Never? Maybe.)

No candies?

My bus broke down today. After learning this, my first thought was "Oh frabjous," which got the poem Jabberwocky stuck in my head (The jaws that bite, the claws that catch...). The ordeal was actually not so bad. We waited for about a half hour, another bus came, we got home, ta da.

HOWEVER...This second bus smelled like rotten lemon Pine Sol. I'm not sure if Pine Sol can rot, or comes in lemon scented, but if it could/does, it would smell like this bus. By the time I got home, the scent of horror had clung to my clothes and I had to change. Arg. I am now contemplating taking a shower, weighing the loss of bad scent against my laziness. I think the laziness is winning.

I also realized, on this bus trip of lemon-rot, that Halloween is tomorrow! Yay! Unfortunately, this reminded me I have no costume. :(

We have two bags of candy at my house. :(

One of them is candy corn and almost gone now. :(

I can't go trick or treating without a costume, which means no more candy for Casey. D: !!!

What good is Halloween without candy? I want to rot my teeth/brains out with massive amounts of sugar, for this is the point of the year's most sacred holiday! Blasphemy, I  say! Blasphemy!

I want my candy.

Eh?

Today, I was pulled out of my artly project of insanely early morning rock carving (Huzzah, for power tools, by the way) and into a senior assembly/advertisement for the Jostens people.

Now, I didn't know it was for Jostens at first. They started out with a speech/lecture of nostalgia and congratulatory gobbeldyblah, and then moved on to the importance of being at graduation, and where we can go from there, and more gobbeldyblah of the inspirational type, and then they so kindly mentioned that in order to get up on the stage, we have to buy the cap and gown from - you guessed it - Jostens.

sdjhfgajhg#$@%!!What the fizz?#$

It's not that I mind the buying of heavy neon green drapery/quirky square hat thing/fuzzy danglewhoozit-which-goes-on quirky-square-hat-thing, but it got me wondering how in the name of baked goods did these people get the monopoly on all the high school crap? And since when did companies get to advertise things in high school auditoriums? This bugs me. I'm not sure why...

And now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure I left the order form in my locker. Ah well, I have until Thursday.

P.S. Also, I am carving alabaster in art. At 7 flipping A.M. and with no muscle. Halp!

idk, my bff spacegoat?

So I was off on one of my many pixellated adventures around Azeroth (the planet of World of Warcraft, for you non geeks), and you'll never guess who I found.

Yep. Turns out, Jill was a purple squid-faced space goat sitting next to a wanted poster in Nagrand. Made me feel all giggly inside.

I have also learned that the zombies like infecting all the important people (flight master, quest givers, and the like) in the only major city in Outland. *poutpout* How'm I supposed to get anywhere when my gryphon taxi wants to eat my brains?

HOWEVER...I did spend the majority of the day watching V for Vendetta, which is a good movie.

That's all for now. ^^

Brainsss...

To celebrate the candy-giving fun and joy-ness that is Halloween,  the ever-wonderful folks at Blizzard (All hail Blizzard, creators of World of Warcraft) have decided to invade all the major cities with zombies. Thusly, I have been zombie hunting/smushing/slashing/into-turning? for most of today. Fun, fun.

They've taken over the Stormwind Harbor, the Cathedral, and the Stocks, but we will prevail! Down with the Scourge! ...Ahem.

In other news, I have discovered a stash of Nilla Wafers in my pantry, which will be mine now.

<.<

>.>

...Yup.

Ta Da!

Oh joy, and gasp, and wonder, I have made - ta da! - a blog! Shocking, I know, right?

Everybody else had them...

Currently, it is raining. I lack hot cocoa and many pairs of warm socks, so I'm making do with regular socks and some apple cinnamon flavored tea. Yum, apple cinnamon.

Also, I think the nail file is getting dull. Maybe? Possibly? Maybe. Dunno.

P.S. Hi, mom!