Wednesday, December 23, 2009

On Baking...


Dear Globlets,

Some people say that if you drink so much that you throw up it means you had a good time.
I say, if you're not completely covered in flour after baking, you didn't have a good time.

:P

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Merry Squidmas and Happy Boyfriend!



Dear Globlets,

I figured if I just open Blogger and start typing away, something will come out of it. My boyfriend isn't speaking to me at the moment because he's busy cheating on me with my mother. Now, don't worry, my life isn't quite so dramatic. We're not hill-billies on a reality television show. He's just MSNing her so it's okay.

He's a pretty damn good boyfriend even if he lives in a land far, far away. He's a good man, he really is.
Earlier, we sort of reinvented the lyrics to You Better, You Bet by The Who
Instead of "When I say I love you you say you better... you better, you better, you bet! When I say I need you you scream you better... you better, you better, you bet" we texted each other the following:
Me: When I say I love you you say...
Tentacles: You're crazy
Me: You're crazy, you're crazy, you're crazed. When I say I need you you scream...
Tentacles: Fuck me
Me: I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you, you're fucked.

Yup.

He also got me some nice things for Squidmas. He got me some yummy teas because I drink tea like a fish drinks water (Shh!). He got me some of those children's books from the Mr. Men series, ones, I assume, which he believes I am like most. - Mr. Messy, Little Miss Naughty, Little Miss Sunshine, Little Miss Giggles, and a couple of others I'll include here later because I can't think of them off the top of my head. He also got me some earrings... with... diamonds. Real ones. I thought I was going to die when he got them because I knew how much they were. He got me a gorgeous necklace for my birthday... and he wanted to get me earrings to match. I don't handle the receiving of gifts very well, never mind expensive ones. My family has learned that I'm more thankful and excited about a gift than I actually appear to be. I think I'm getting better at it though. Tentacles' mom gave me a pyjama set and slippers for when I visit them and I put them on right away and they were pretty cozy! I suppose wearing them showed I like them, but that's not why I did. I really liked them. I also wore my earrings. I'm wearing them as I type. They are gorgeous. I just have to not think about how much he paid for them. I gave him a good slap as a thank-you. 0:-)
His mom was like, "You have to let him do it. It makes them feel good." And I was like... >.< "He doesn't have to...!"

>.< He didn't have to. >.<

Hopefully I'll post again before Squidmas but it's possible I won't, so Merry Squidmas! If you're wondering why it's "Squidmas" rather than "Christmas," it's because we believe in the potential of Squid infinitely more-so than we believe in the mythology of Jesus. I hope everyone has a great week! Don't forget to eat all the cookies and cakes and gravy and puddings and whatever other wonderful food you can all get chubbier from... I mean! - Get happier tummies from.

"If I can't be skinny, I'll make my friends fat!"
- Oriana V.
(me)
Srsly. *Copyright.*

Friday, December 18, 2009

I like this 7:

Dear Globlets,

Two posts within two minutes. Damn...
Stolen from Pharyngula,
I like this 7:

I like this 6:

Dear Globlets,

I like this 6:

"Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so."
- Douglas Adams

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Excuses from the Living Dead.

Dear Globlets,

I'm not dead, I swear! I've got so many ideas for posts but for some reason they never seem to make it on here. I'm really excited about some of them... I want to write about them. I don't know why I don't.
I'm at my mom's workplace again. There are few distractions here, let me tell you.

I'd been working pretty hard on some English stuff for a while and it's come down to the end of a pretty good module. Yes, a module I somewhat enjoyed. Only now I have a literary essay I need to write as a last assignment on The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan. Essays are okay things to write and my English teacher says I have "a knack for literary analysis." I can't say I particularly enjoy it but if he thinks I'm good at it then... yay. However, for the essay, I'm not sure where to begin. I've been letting it simmer in my brain for a while and I think the words are about ready to come out... Now all I have to do is sit down and do it, despite its scary required length which probably seems longer in my head than it actually is. (1000-2000 words? I'll double-check and update the number accordingly.)
Actually, I just tested on Word how long it would have to be and if it's 2000 words, then it's three pages approximately. But I can do it. It may be the longest thing I've written for school but I've got to do it. I shouldn't let it simmer too long... There will be a point at which it won't taste any better the longer it's in the pot.

I've decided to separate this post into two shorter posts for two reasons:
1. To spare you from "having" to read devastatingly long glob-novels and
2. To make it seem like I post more
*insert sneaky face here*

I also may be getting kicked off shortly because I'm using my mom's computer and she went to have cake or something and will be back soon.
But isn't that typical. Typical government workers... Slacking off. Working hard at hardly working!

She's back. I'm gone.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

I like this 5:

Dear Globlets,

I like this 5:

"Rational arguments don't usually work on religious people. Otherwise, there wouldn't be religious people."
- Doris Egan

Saturday, December 5, 2009

I like this 4:

Dear Globlets,

I like this 4... It's so true! >.<

"Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do."
- Jean-Paul Sartre