Pulp Fiction...And Other Things

Yo you guys!

I just saw the end of http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110912/'>Pulp Ficition and it was very funny - to say the least. Never did I think to find a good movie on at 2 in the morning.. But, I accidently turned on VH1 and there it was, John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson standing around in blood covered suits... I said to myself "Self, what in God's name are you watching?" So, I waited, and waited until I could figure out a name of one of the characters. However, I couldn't... Seems I wasn't listening close enough, I did get a few fantastic quotes...

+If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions. 

+ If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this.

Ah, good timies. Yes, timies, I did it on purpose, I didn't just  accidently type an 'I' in the word 'times'. ... Alright, so maybe I did. But, uh, I think I'm going to keep it there. Why? Well, you've obviously continued reading the blog, so you aren't confused by it and my point still gets across. My point, unfortunately, is not all that important... So, I don't know what to tell you there.

Time for 'Other Things':

Oh my God...I have discovered my new least favorite person... She is... Mary Murphy... The screaming and the orange skin and the woodchuck/beaver teeth... Whoa! Really, I can't describe the annoyance she causes my brain... I'm sorry if you like her or are related to her or if Mary Murphy herself is reading my blog...just...really, I just can't stand her. Ah well... I can always change the channel...

I recently saw Batman: Dark Knight and I can honestly tell you it took me a few minutes to find Heath Ledger under all that make-up...  But I did, and he was glorious. Also, Christian Bale - still gorgeous, though it seems he's been arrested recently for verbally abusing his mother in a London hotel... Hm. Oh, don't worry, I'm not a stalker, I just saw it on VH1 - it's what I'm watching now. So, yeah. Oh! Cillian Murphy is, like, in the first five minutes as Dr. Crane/Scarecrow... I love, love, love him! I thought you all should be aware of that. Just something you should know... Yeah. It was a really awesome movie. You should also know that there are two villains in this movie. And girls - some guys - you do get to briefly see Heath without the Joker make-up on. It is brief, if you blink, you will miss it. I'm not going to tell you when, you'll just have to not blink when watching the movie.

More other news.

Me, I've got a lack of musical knowledge of bands and such - especially bands that I grew up with. When I say that I lack that knowledge, I mean I can give you some lyrics, the band name and maybe the song title, but I can't tell you the name of the members of the band. I can, however, now tell you that lead man Gavin Rossdale, of Bush is now solo... I have just learned this from VH1. I like Bush...Really good band, I enjoy them. Check them and Mr. Rossdale out on youtube or something... iTunes...whichever you prefer...

Alright, I'm going to take off now... It's really hot in my living room... I don't like it one bit, no sir-ee... I wish for the meat-locker, frigid temperatures of my bedroom. Yes...wonderful... Alright, I'll talk to you guys later...

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.

-Vincent, Pulp Fiction

^_6;; Jereality

Freakin' Bored

-Life-Time Guarantee of Crazy-

There is nothing for me to do. Everyone is asleep. I'm not hungry. I'm not thirty. I'm not tired. I don't want to watch TV. I don't want to read. I don't really want to play on the PS2. I'm feeling lethargic. I don't want to talk to anyone. I almost didn't post. However, I felt that if I blooged, I'd fall asleep afterwards or something...That's what I'm banking on, actually... There isn't anything ON tv... which kind of bites...

Ah well, no matter... I'm kinda bored now, so I might try and go to sleep...Hit myself over the head with something...a shoe? A book... A plastic jaguar.... Whatever...

Yeaps... Later gater!!

^_6;;Jereality

Murder...And Other Fun Things You Can Do At Parties

Hello my friends! It is I, Jereality, coming back to you after about a week of slumber! I've become a bit nocturnal as of late, and have been staying up until the wee hours of the morning before going to sleep until 2:30[sub]PM[/sub] - 4:00 [sub]PM[/sub]. It has been good times, however, I do believe that my vampiric schedule has come to an abrupt turn around. It seems my sleeping over Onyx's house and finally waking up at around 8:00[sub]AM[/sub] actually might be the thing that keeps me up all day until I fall asleep around midnight-ish... Mind you, '-ish' can round to, like... 5 hours... So, we'll see.

Anyway, I'm sure some of you looked at the title and went something like this:" (O.O)  MURDER!? FUN THINGS!? SOCIOPATH!!" Well, no... I am not crazy, nor do I have disregard for the consequences I receive... No, I'm talking about a game. A game that included me dying twice in a row. I've also killed two people in a row... Yes, you heard me - I committed fictional murder! Fear Me! You don't have to, but it would be nice if I saw a little more 'cower'. 

So, back to the game: Murder!

It's really fun in a big group of people.. in fact, I will give you the recipe for the pot o' fun.

Ingredients

1. A group of friends who total more than 5...in fact, 8 would be nice...up to you though

2. A house... preferably a clean one - instructions to follow-

3. Light switches

4. A cup/hat/bowl/paperbag/plasticbag - only one of these - instructions to follow -

5. Pen & Paper 

Steps

1. Combine friends and house for several hours until the outside lighting is dark. -may take some time, depending on when friends are assembled-

2. Count how many people want to play, including yourself, and subtract one. This is how many bits of paper you will need.

2b. Write 'No' on all but one of these slips of paper.

2c. On the remaining piece of paper, write 'Yes'

2d. Place bits of paper in the cup/hat/bowl/various bag

3. Decide which of your friends will be the Detective 

4. Have everyone but the Detective take a piece of paper

5. Once piece of paper is drawn, and everyone has seen what they chose, place pieces of paper back in the cup/hat/bowl/various bag, and save for the following round

6. Place Detective in a separate room -bathrooms are generally the place to put them- 

7. Once Detective is gone, turn off all of the lights on the level of the house you are going to play on 

8. The Person who drew 'Yes' is the murderer. Your job is to silently tap someone to kill them. Make sure you do it so they know they've died - but don't be too loud, otherwise the other people will hear you.

8b. If you drew 'No' don't touch anyone, just wander around in the dark until someone dies.

8c. If you've been tapped by the Murderer, scream and fall to the ground.

-Step Eight could take a while depending on how sneaky your Murderer is-

9. Turn on the lights, look around and bring the Detective out of the room it was placed in. Detective look at the scene.

10. Everyone must now move to sit - perhaps around the kitchen table of in the family room, to be interrogated  by the Detective

IMPORTANT: EVERYONE but the Murderer must tell the Truth. Murderer may to lie to his or her heart's desire

11. Questioning may take a while depending on how many suspects are in the room. 

12. When Questioning is over, and the Detective is ready to make an accusation, s/he must say "I Declare (^Murderer)killed (^Victim)!"

13. If the Detective was right, s/he wins. If not, the Murderer wins.

NOTE: You may then choose another Detective, and have house guests redraw pieces of paper to start a new round. Repeat until sun rises...or guests leave.

"That's a great sounding game, Jereality! But, what if I want to play a game and it's daylight outside?"

Well, citizen, I've got a similar game for you to play while the sun is still high in the sky. It is called: Mafia!

Loot

1. Several people

2. Seating to accommodate however many people you've got

3. A Deck of Cards

The Hit-List

1. Take the King of Clubs, King of Hearts, Ace of Spades, Ace of Diamonds, and the Queen of Hearts from the deck of cards - these make up four of your players

1b. Count the remaining people and subtract one, draw that many numerical cards and place them with the face cards.

2. Choose a story-teller.

2b. Once chosen, the story-teller takes the chosen cards and mixes them up.

3. Every player chooses a card at random - except the story-teller - and keeps it.

4. The Kings are the police officers. The Aces are the Mafia. The Queen of Hearts is the nurse. Everyone else is an innocent bystander.

*Story Teller says it's night time. Every 'goes to sleep' by putting their heads down and closing their eyes.

5. The story teller then says "Mafia, please wake up. ONLY the MAFIA lift their heads and open their eyes. The ones that are still “alive” quietly and unanimously choose a person to eliminate by pointing to someone in the group. Once they have chosen, the story-teller must tell them to "go back to sleep" by closing their eyes putting their heads down.

6. The story teller now asks the Nurse to "wake up". ONLY the NURSE may open his/her eyes. The story teller will now ask the Nurse to silently choose someone to save. Once someone is chosen, the Nurse must "go back to sleep".

7. Story-teller must call, "wake up" the Police Officers. ONLY the POLICE OFFICERS may open their eyes. Silently, the Police Officers must point to a member of the circle and choose someone they think belongs to the Mafia. The Story-teller must nod or shake his/her head to indicate if the member of the group actually is or is not a member of the Mafia. Once the Story-teller knows all of this information, s/he instructs the Police Officers to "go back to sleep".

8. Story-teller tells everyone to "wake up," because it is now 'day-time'.

9. The Story-teller now has to tell everyone who died, and make a reason how they died. The dead Person must now leave the circle silently. Unless, of course, the Nurse saved them. If the Dead person wasn't saved, they leave and get to watch the game with the Story-teller.

10. The bystanders (along with the Mafia and Police Officers who try to blend in with them - DON'T BLOW YOUR COVER!!!!!) now vote on who they think killed the dead person. Once people vote on who they think did it, those people must give a case as to why they didn't - examples include describing how wonderful their friendship was with the 'deceased', things of that nature... Once the bystanders have heard enough, they vote on the remaining people. The person with the most votes leaves to watch the game with the deceased - if there is one - and the Story-teller.

11. After the Meeting, it is night time again, and everyone has to go back to sleep. The cycle continues until either the townspeople are all dead, or the Mafia members both get jailed. The Nurse is able to be killed by the Mafia. Police Officers are able to be killed by the Mafia.

"Wow, Jereality...both of those games have people killing each other... It's a little inhumane, don't you think?" 

Ah, it seems we've got a justice-junkie on our hands...Well, this next game will be a bouncy one for you then, dear.

VAMPIRE! - not inhumane... because it's a vampire... :K -

Requires

-Any Human with a pulse - preferably more than 7

How To Play

1. Count the number of people you've got, and write 'no' on all but on pieces of paper...write 'yes' on the remaining one and put them all in a cup/bowl/hat/various bag

2. Have everyone choose a piece of paper. Once all have chosen and seen what they've picked, place papers back into container.

3. Begin shaking hands. Shakes hands with everyone... repeat handshakes...

4. The vampire must, while shaking hands - in order to kill someone - shake that person's hand and either squeeze their hand lightly, rub their wrist with your middle finger - anything to let them know they've died.

4b. If you're not the vampire and you've shaken hands with the vampire, shake a few more hands before screaming and falling to the ground.

5. Everyone continues shaking hands until people start to figure out who the vampire is... Once it is figured out, start the game over again.

Yep, those are some of my favorite party games... I learned the first one last night... I'm good at it... It's fun times, Murderer... I was the Detective twice, and I died twice and I killed people twice and I was a bystander once... Good times...

So, go ahead, get out there and start killing you friends!

^_6;; Jereality

Used To...

I used to go to High School - I don't anymore, I graduated.

I used to go to school with my friends - we don't go to the same schools now.

I used to be able to say 'I never had to say "I used to be friends with so-and-so" ' - but apparently, I can say that now.

There are just some times that I wish I wasn't allowed to say some things - for instance, "I used to be friends with her." I wish I never had to say that. It seems I am a terrible friend, that, because I don't 'pick-sides' during an argument between two of my friends, means I don't care about said friends. This, however, is not true. The fact that I don't pick sides is because I can see both sides of the story - I understand where each party is coming from. Some people don't understand how I can see both of those sides - and I refuse to make them see it - but I can. It's a gift. And suddenly, now, a curse.

Where's-Your-Logic-At (WYLA) is now, I think a 'used-to-be-friends-with' friend. She had a party I couldn't make it to... I felt bad that I couldn't make it, however, I had made plans with GGR and I refuse to cancel plans with family for plans with friends - something with my morals, I don't quite understand them yet, I just can't let myself put friends over family.... So, the fact I couldn't come to her party made her sad. I apologized, but I don't think that she thought I meant it. News-flash: I always mean my apologies - I refuse to say "I'm sorry" and not mean it - also morals which I do not fully understand. That's just the way I am, and I won't change who I am because one person doesn't like it.

Since then, we had the beach day I mentioned in the post before...you know, the one where it looks like I'm siding with PalmTree and Qualms and Onyx rather than Cheer, WYLA, Bretagne, and TinyPenmenship. I'm not though - I can see easily that it was all just a misunderstanding from the beginning. In fact, if we had all just stayed put for a while and decided where we were going to go, rather than just have each person assume we were going to one place, the whole fiasco would've been a wonderful adventure. However, WYLA took this event to be another personal dig to her from me. So, she called me a few times - the first time, I answered, and she proceeded to say I never pick 'her-side' and that I keep saying I'm her best friend, but I never defend her. The truth is, I never have to defend her because my other friend's know that I'm friends with her and won't say anything mean about her in front of my face.

So, anyway, back to the phone call. She also questioned my morals, some of which I stated above in the words prior to these, and told me that I was "being immature about this whole thing." But, isn't blowing up about this "whole thing" immature?  It's not my fault she was unaware that one car thought we were going to one place and the other thought they were going to another place. I can't figure that out - I'm not Kreskin, I can't read minds. I just don't know what I'm going to do. She's been my friend for the longest time...I don't want to have to end it, but she's being ridiculous now. She told me I think too much about the situations, and don't realize when a friend is hurting. I do notice that, though, that's why I am the one people come to when they need to talk to someone. She then questioned my morals again, called me immature, and said I was not being a true friend. 

I just don't know what to do anymore. This hurts, this feeling...It makes me tired, and I feel really worn out...I don't know what I'm going to do... I don't want to lose her as a friend, but she's getting to the point where even talking to her is making my skin crawl. She repeats the same insults to my personal being that it just pains me to talk to her. It was a chore to call her tonight... I didn't want to, but I hit a bump on the drive home and my thumb hit the 'Send' button. I spent 50 minutes on the phone with her...I hate the phone, I won't even exceed ten minutes on the phone with family members that I love. 

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself... I had some pound cake after that call, now I have a terrible headache. I think I'm just going to lay down, maybe do some sleeping... I don't know, I'll write more later..give you guys some updates, or what-have-you. I'll talk at you later, I guess....

This fits nicely: I feel... thin. Sort of stretched, like... butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to. 

-Jereality

All Burnt Up

Ah, you think I'm angry, don't you? False - the title is quite literal. I went to the Shore today with Qualms, Palmtree and Onyx... It was a blasty blast. Even though we were all supposed to have a Super Friend Day with Cheer, Where's-Your-Logic, Bretagne, and Tiny Penmenship. However, those four went to a different beach... So, it was half of a friend day, which was fine with us, because, well, we were still with friends...And we didn't want to argue about having to pull the other four away from the beach they were planning to go to...

Aaanyway, while we were driving, rains of biblical proportions fell from the sky as if God and his friends took giant glasses of water and decided to dump them right over Earth. However, those were not bottomless glasses, and the rain ceased within ten-fifteen minutes, which was lovely. So, we got to the beach where Qualms plopped down and ate her sam'ich, while Palmtree, Onyx and I made for the water - after spraying ourselves with sunblock. It was a nice day out, to be sure, cool, even...The water, however...FRIGID! It was so cold our teeth chattered for a bit, and our bodies went slightly numb as we continued further into the waves.

Newsflash: Onyx  does not like wildlife that she cannot see...For instance, in the murky depths that is the ocean. 

So, we get over the chill and decide to bop around in the water. Palmtree and Onyx were talking about how cold it was while I was laughing like a maniac...My room is about the same temperature... so I was completely used to it. Soon after Palmtree found a deceased Horeshoe Crab [*Note: I want to let you know, horse-shoe crabs are harmless... Even more so when they are DEAD.] which I picked up, looked at and then tossed away from our group.

Upon getting back to shore, we - the remaining three - ate our lunches, and threatened seagulls. Then, we reapplied sunblock and went off to our respective activities. For me, that was a short lived nap, Onyx, Palmtree and Qualms went and played with a frisbee. When I say my nap was short-lived, I mean because I was not suddenly abducted by aliens or eaten by sharks, I mean that Onyx ran over and made me build sand castles. So, we did...and then I painfully reapplied sunblock...I rubbed sunblock and grains of sand into my skin. Ouchies!

I just want the world to know that I made a pyramid with a rather large delta before it...It was lovely! LOVELY!! So, after that we went back in the water, where we succeeded in bringing Qualms in..It was good times. Then we went back to the blankets, felt the ran, packed up went back to the car and drove to the boardwalk.

Then we met up with the four other people : Cheer, Where's-Your-Logic-At, Bretagne, and Tony Penmenship... We looked around a few shops before we all decided we were hungry again. So, the three I hung out with all day and I had decided long before we even got to the beach that we'd go to some place for pizza. However, the other four wanted to go to some other diner, so we separated once again. 

We ate our scolding pizza - it was delicious...the cheese was a weapon if it touched your skin and the sauce was molten. Much like LAVA! Anyway, it was great with Garlic, which made all our breath - except Qualms, she used pepper instead - smell like ass. Then we got gum and it was all good. We were going to meet up with our other friends after pizza dinner, but we were going to leave at 6 o'clock, and it was just 5:45... So, we couldn't...

As we left we bought fudge...Mmm, fudge.

And that was my day...I got home and was all burny, though. I've got specks of white skin surrounded by red. It's like a tiny war os going on with the cells of my skin...Yeah! You can do it pale skin! Defeat the sunburn!

-sigh-

And I also have blisters. Woo...

Still, it was an amazing day...

Quote of the Day

[While driving down the road]

Qualms: Oh my God! An emu! Guys, there was an emu back there! In a crate!

[Discussing our bags of chips]

Palmtree: Eeww -shows me thumb, index and middle fingers covered in chip powder/'flavor'-

Me: Hmm...I use four fingers and my thumb -I demonstrate- Well, actually, I use three and my thumb...Pinky's just along for the ride.

Next time you go to the beach...

BATHE IN SUN-BLOCK!

And if you don't...well, make sure you've got Aloe...

Stay Crispy,

^_6;;Jereality

They Love Me

I love my family, and it seems my family loves me too...which, to speak truthfully...which I will because this is my blog...is something that I enjoy. I graduated from my education station with Professors that I can now call my friends because I am no longer their students...which is also a lovely thing that I do enjoy very much. So, anyway, back to why this post is called what it is called... I keep getting these cards from family members and I think I got my most favorite one today... -keep in mind, I've only received four cards thus far...-

But it's from my grandparents. the ones that live on a hill in the middle of nowhere...the one where the nearest store is a little shack about four to six miles away. So, the front of the card is something magical...it's a rainbow over some body of water with a sunrise in the background - it's a drawn card from 'Academy Greetings' and it says 'For A Special Graduate' on it...then we open it and SHAZAM! The entire upper part of the card is written on, and the rest of the card says[ *Printed Prose* ->] 'A time to thank God for the gifts He has given you, and for the inspiring way you have used them with determination, dedication, hope and thoughtfulness. Congratulations'... I needed to tell you what the card actually said for you to first understand what the hand-written part is about.

It's written by my Grandfather..I call him Pop-pop...just 'cause I do. Anyway, he usualy draws pictures with funny little captions...I'll tell you about one after this... So, he wrote:

Dear Jereality,

        What really "struck" me was the first line of the printed prose. What an unconventional concept!! Thanking God?! Politically incorrect! [Note from Jereality: I'm just going to add here, this set of grandparents is totally, completely religious...now, back to his letter to me] Wouldn't such a notion be offensive to an atheist? There is something questionable in taking pride in something you've had no hand in. Sorta like bein' proud if you're tall. God gifts us with abilities, skills and talent and we need to be real careful about to whom we give the credit, the thanks and the Glory. Puffin' up one's self is to be on thin ice. The bible is chock-full of the narratives of individuals who let their Ego run their brain. Daniel 4:28-37, Romans 12:3, 1 Corinthians 10:12

    That being said, God has clearly blessed you. Bright mind, skills and ability. Latent tools awaiting to be honed, and to your credit, you've chosen to employ them. And, therein, lies the difference. You have made the conscious choice to diligently apply your gifts. We are free to choose our choices, but we cannot choose the consequences. This can be proven by choosing to step in front of a moving bus.

God has given us the gift of choice. Free Will. He'll never violate that gift. He wants us to make him part of our life. To choose Him. He'll never force your choice. We are free to reject him - most do.

As you delve further into the area of academics you will be exposed [to a] wide assortment of view points, philosophies and belief systems. There will be choices to consider and to be made. You'll need perception and spiritual discernment to avoid the snares and pitfalls that lie ahead for the naive view the world about you through the prism of your own personal integrity and moral principle.

In summary, continue to do as you have done.

I love this card, I really do. Gram'om wrote 'with all our love and very best wishes for your future' at the bottom... Love this card... and that's all I really have to say about it. Yep, with that knowledge, feel free to take what you may from the dedication to me from Pop pop...I suppose you could use it for your own cards and such...but you'll know where you got it...and I'll know..even though I really won't. ^_^

Oh, I got my hair cut the other day. It's angled and short in the back, and dyed black...It looks fantastic. That is all.

Quote of the Day

Pop-pop: What do you want to do after your junior year, then senior year?

Sibling: Be a chef...get my own restaurant...

Pop-pop: Going to Chef School will help that?

Sibling: Oh, yeah. Big time.

Pop-pop: I can get you a recipe for sourdough pancakes.

Sibling: Oh yeah?

Pop-pop: Would you like a recipe for sourdough pancakes?

Sibling: Oh, I would.

Pop-pop: I will see that you get such a recipe.

That was the best conversation bit I had heard all day...especially since it happened around 4:50 and I woke up at 1:30... Yeah, summer is fantastic...

^_6;;Jereality

Lies For The Liars

Great album title, The Used..Also, it makes a lovely title for a blog post if I don't mind saying so. And I don't, so I did.

Today was Father's birthday. I made him a card...it amuses me...I'm going to show you..Here it is! My Masterpiece!



Glorious work of art, that...I enjoy it, and so did he... When he came in my room to wake me up this morning, he saw it there, hanging from a chain that is hooked onto my fan. It was good times. We exchanged good-byes, and then I went back to sleep only to wake up twenty minutes to brush my teeth and tell Sibling that I was going back into the bathroom to put contacts in in ten minutes...I was going back to sleep. So I did, and then *I woke up ten minutes later, went through my normal 'half-day' schedule until ten o'clock, when I left the Education Station to go to the horse races. I decided to bet on horse number Seven...When the horse lost is when Sibling woke me up.* Yeah, I fell asleep until ten of seven. She came in my room and was all loud... "Jereality! You did not come in in ten minutes...you fell back to sleep."
I blinked myself awake for real this time and watched her leave and thought to myself, 'shouldn't you have come in earlier if you noticed my lack of contact applying attendance?'

However, Sibling cannot read minds, so my question went unanswered. So, I get all ready within 15 minutes - like usual - and dropped Sibling off to school, and I went off to WaWa...I love that place, really...I do. So, I got my little 12 ounce cup of coffee, a Code Red Mountain Dew and an Apple Fritter...
I drank my coffee in my car and waited until school began, did the school thing...ate/shared my fritter in my fourth period Study Hall....which is actually a classroom, not a hall... I drank my Dew through fourth, fifth and Seventh... -half days means Lunch gets skipped...Lunch happens to be sixth period for me. -

So, my day of education ended with glee as Sibling, Onyx and I piled into my vehicle and I drove Onyx home. It's what I do... It's not like I'm driving across the town to get to her abode or anything...Easy pickings for me and my gas tank - which, by the way, took up like 30 bucks to fill 9 gallons. Re-damn-diculous. AAaanyway. I drove home next, and Mother and Sibling and I went back out to pick up things for Father and his birthday happenings. We knew what we were going to get before-hand so it was really no big deal. Though, Sibling made Mother and I crack up in Acme when we went to go and buy Pecans for the pie we made....That's my quote of the day, so be ready for it...It might be one of those 'had-to-be-there' type of things...but I want you to know regardless...and when I reread these, I can vividly recall the memories...

So, we did the shopping and came home and ate lunch and it was all very uneventful...except for the fact that I beat two more bosses in Finaly Fantasy XII - which I discovered is in fact 12, and not ten two which is a totally different spin on Final Fantasy. - Then Father came home, and we waited a couple hours before going out to dinner...which was alright...He really enjoyed his cards and gifts. We got him a gift card to Pep-boys and a pair of replacement Garden Shears for the ones we destroyed the other day cutting up fakey flowers... And we got him two cards....Sibling and I.... one was South Park with Timmy and Jimmy on it ... and it said:: "Ti-Ti-Timmy has a very im-important message for you" and when you open it the card reads "Ha-Happy B-Bi-Birthday" and you can hear Timmy going "TIMMY! GA-BLA-BLAH! TIMMY!" Lots of fun, that card... and the other one originally said something about being a special 4 year old we added a four...so it was special 44 year old....it's got stickers inside and a coloring section on the back...good times.

Then we went home, and I went back to playing Final Fantasy and then after about an hour I watched Hell's Kitchen with Father. It's what we do on Tuesday nights... And then I said my good-nights' and went to 'bed' which really just constituted in me turning on my AC on 60 degrees and putting my fan on high...some wacko put it on low... Anyway, I came online and decided to talk to my friends and such. Then I got frustrated, and then I got really, really angry...to the point I forgot what exactly I read that made me so angry that I had to reread it... Then I got even more angry and decided I would blog about all my anger. But then I ran through my day with you, and I feel better. I really do...that and I'm bottling some of that anger up...saving it for later. When I get all pissed off later, I'll refer you all to this post...something like 'Remember the time I said I bottled up some anger that one day, well...what happened was...'. However, that can't be too interesting for you, so I won't bore you with the drama details. That is, until I feel it completely necessary. At the moment, I'm absolutely content to live as I am...and that's all I could ask for in the remaing twenty minutes of Father's birthday. I'm glad I could be happy on 'his special day.'

Quote of the Day
[ - passing the Pecan section of the Nut Case - ]
Mother: What else do we need...
Sibling: - another section catches her eye - Chili Peppers!
Mother & I: O_o;; - silence-
Sibling: -chuckles- Wouldn't that be a surprise in your Pecan Pie. Oh, ho!

Ah, she does make me smile...

I did my best,
^_6;;Jereality

"That's Mine..."

So, I've been doing laundry like crazy as of late and at the end of every week...I've run out of clothes! Would you like to know why? No? Tough cookies, buster brown.

I've been circulating through the same outfits! The laundry gets washed, dried, folded and placed on my computer chair! I wake up in the morning and don't open the drawers to my dresser or open the closet door to see what waits inside for me to wear.... Nope, I just pull the outfit that's on top of the pile of clothes, put it on go through my day, sleep and repeat. And by Saturday evening, I have no clothes... I should really clean up that stuff...

And I've already started, the big pile of blankets, pillows and clothes and photo albums and dictionaries is all cleaned up... Yes, it is a strange assortment of items thrown together, but that's where those things ave been going. Ah well... I've forgotten what I was going to say. No matter, I'll tell you about other things that've happened today.

My cousin came over today with his girlfriend. I'm going to name them for you right now... My cousin's name shall be Pete and his girlfriend's name shall be Shayna. Well, Shayna is going to college for floral things so Mother thought it'd be wise to go shop around for fakey flowers at AC Moore for so we could have three bouquets of flowers for the buffet table at my to be fantabulastic graduation party. So, Shayna and Pete and Sibling and Mother and I all piled into the van and drove to the Craft Super Central Station. The drive took only a couple minutes, however, the twenty minutes looking at fake flowers felt like an eternity. Though...the end product was and is quite lovely. I began to remember how funny Pete was... We haven't really seen each other a lot since we both entered a high school scene...and that was yeeaaarrsss ago. Good times, those were, in the Floral section of AC Moore...

So, we paid and drove home....however, our ride home was far more entertaining than the ride to our Floral destination. You see, in front of us in the intersection before we drive into our little burough was a truck. And on this truck there was a truck-bed. And on this truck-bed was a people bed. And holding this people bed to the truck bed was [or so we thought] a piece of twine. this twine string hung onto the street for like...seven feet. "I'm gonna drive on the string," chuckled Mother. [*Note: If you know my mother - which you don't, that's why I'm telling you - she has no sense of aim...really, none at all...keep that in mind.] So, as the light changed from red to green, the passengers in our van watched as the white twine string tightened. 'Oh no....' I thought, watching the string that was tied only around the head board and the foot board of the bed pull the people bed off of the truck bed and into the street!

So, while the people in our van are chuckling and giggling to our hearts content that Mother actually pulled the people bed off of the truck bed the owner of both of the beds exits his truck along with two other drivers beside us. We, however, do not...because, well...we just didn't...it was good times for us though...

Yep, that was pretty much my day....

Nerd Byte: I defeated the Nidhogg this afternoon in Final Fantasy XII... I've been trying to kill that sucker for three days... Props to me...and also from 'Quickening's...which I found to be very helpful is double and triple attacks.

Quote of the Day
Pete: [ on fake flowers with a ' flamboyant ' lisp] : See these? See 'em? You don't have to water these...You could...it'd be pointless, they're fake...All you have to do is [-shakes flowers here-] dust 'em.

Father: [ - upon seeing my room - ] : It's a disgrace, that room... -walks down stairs-
Me: [ - is already downstairs - ] -insert grin here- : That's mine...
Mother: [ - following Father down steps - ] : -chuckles- Yep, that's your room he's talking about.
Me: I was gonna clean it. But then I woke up at 9 and went to do flowers...and then we had lunch and then... -sigh- I didn't.

Have a lovely June, and remember...

All you have to do is dust 'em,
^_6;;Jereality

Absinthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

Just kidding.

Although, the alcohol may give you the feeling of longing...I wouldn't know, I haven't been drunk, smashed or wasted yet. I don't think I will either...I rather enjoy the health of my liver and kidneys. Anyway, I've discovered that absence really does make the heart grow fonder. I suppose I should elaborate. I had my doubts about the relationship business when Dayton asked me to 'go out'. But having not spent any real time with him since he had his spider bite accident, well...I discovered that I really do like him. I have also discovered that I think way too much. Oh well, I won't get into that here - that's for my mind only.

I was going to talk about several more things, but for the life of me, I can't remember.

Dear Diary,
Mood Apathetic...

Things that've happened since I last wrote::
-Senior Prom. It was amazing! I danced the night away and such.
-Prom Weekend...I had good times.
-Went to 6 Flags for REBEL!
-The next day I went to Dorney Park...It rained biblical proportions and it was closed...and I decided to be passive aggresive against the weather and decide to do the log flume...twice.
-Graduation is coming up. I got a light colored dress for that.
-I'm still really excited for college.
-I'm also still wondering how showers and things will turn out in college....not really looking forward to that.
-I really don't Hate my Sibling....She's not all that bad, really.
-I meant that last bit.


I Feel Like Tacos...

^_6;;Jereality

For The Record, I Hate You

Sometimes, when talking to mortal enemies, it is common to hear 'I hate you'. Also, it is common to hear 'I hate you' among siblings in families. So, when annoyed at my Sibling, over the phone - which I hate - answering and talking when I just want to be silent, I will almost always say 'I hate you', because I am not thrilled with the situation. Especially when I am eating my freshly made original sundae with mint chocolate chip ice cream and reesie pieces and called by dear Sibling to come and pick her up post-haste at a church function thing at a church we don't even attend. [*Note: We don't attend any church, so the reason she was there was because there was some sort of free food.]

Just so you all know, sibling had left me a voice message that stated: "Hey, Jereality...it'd be nice if you'd answer your phone. It's rude when you don't. That's why you have one...Call me back."

Now, my patience was already running thin with her, I don't remember why, but it most definitely was. So, today after school I decided to go and take a little nap/vegge out. So, I did and it was good until father came in and roused me from my half slumber.
''the dishes are stacked...could you get those done? when you go down, there'll be five dollars on the counter, pick me up some ice cream? and for the record, you don't ever not drive your sister to school and if you ever tell her you hate her again, the four walls you see around you are all you're gonna see for a while. Ya got me?''

So, that meant that Sibling tattled on me. And that means she is juvenile. And that means I don't want to talk to her because if I do, I'll just be very mean and I don't want to waste my energy. That, and I don't want to stay in my room for the rest of my four months remaining in this house. I really need to leave. I really, really, really need to leave. So, I'm going to take a walk, or something...Cool off a bit...I'll talk to you later....

-Jereality;;^_6

Least Favorite Part Of My Day

Alrighty, I've had the same thought every day for the past, oh, I dunno, last month and a half. Every time I step in front of the sink, toothbrush in hand, myself looking at my reflection's eyes in the mirror...I realize that the worst part of my day is brushing my teeth. Yes, not waking up for education [ which I also have news about ], not doing the litter on Thursdays...or cleaning my room or laundry....No, brushing my teeth is probably the most annoying thing I do every day.

Nothing gets accomplished, really...except my teeth get clean. I stand, look uninterested in the mirror and I brush each tooth. I count when I brush my teeth...I count like I do in Concert Band class...1,2,3,4. 2,2,3,4. 3,2,3,4. 4,2,3,4. all the way up to 7,2,3,4. I don't know why I do, I just do. And when I'm rushed, I count to 4,2,3,4... It just make sense to me that way. Still, I hate to brush my teeth. Hate it. I get all fidgety and annoyed. I've even taken to brushing them before I get a shower so I won't have to get all angry after I get all calm. -insert exasperated sigh here-

Oh well...dental hygeine is importan, I suppose....
I don't think I'd want to be a for real version of this thing...Oh well...Onto other news, I suppose....

Alright, do you recall when I said I had news of my Education? It was in brackets...I said I had news about it...Well, I do.

I made Principal's Honor Roll for the first time in my Academic Education Station career. [Mind you, pre-k through 6^th grade does not count...Those were grades that were easily attained. I'm talking 7^th through the present.]

That's it though, I'm going to celebrate when Mother comes home from her mini-vacation. I miss her...She won't be back till late Sunday, and she left on Thursday... I miss my Mommy....-insert another sigh here-

Well, that's about it..Oh wait! I lied!

I saw Kelly Ripa's father today. Yeah, I went with GGR and Sibling to a magical place called, well - I can't tell you...but I was there. Alright, I'll tell you. We went to my county's 'County College' where there were these three large shredding vehicles. No, not like skateboard 'shredding', more like paper shredding. Our crappy little paper shredder has mild heart attacks whenever we plug it in and start shredding bills and such. So, what we found out - my household - via GGR, was that there was a bunch of people who shred such artifacts of bills of the past for free! No scam, either...you can actually see your bills/important documents being shredded in a camera which is strategically located inside the shredding vehicle. It was very interesting. So, our documents were shredded, and combined with a bunch of other people's shredded documents in the back of this giant truck. It was a good time...

And now I'll leave you to ponder what you're going to do with your bills...and such...

Have A Good One,
^_6;;Jereality

Aw...

Well, I told an Instructor about this here blog...and she said she commented...So, naturally, we were both excited to see my reaction to her comments...Unfortunately...they aren't here. Which is very sad, becasue I happen to love comments. I'll have to tell her about this on Monday...Wait...she won't be at my Education Station on Monday...so, I will have to wait until Tuesday.

I have news for you all, though!

I have been directed to a new blog called Brain Productions, and it is very, very funny. The first entry I read in Diatribes - as that is the 'blog' part of the site was called 'The Santa Run'. Funny stuff, you will find in that site. Go check it out, I dare you!

In order to get to the Diatribes section of the site, you need to click on that specific section on the flashing brain - or, if you don't want to wait that long and you know the sections of the brain, click on the Temporal Lobe.

If you want to be adventurous and click the other parts of the brain, well, I can give you a bit of a Directory...

The Parietal Lobe is 'Picture of the Week'
The Frontal Lobe is the 'Message Board' ...something that I don't have... -shrug-
You already know what the Temporal Lobe takes you to....
The Cerebellum will lead you to 'Cool Links'...mine are just placed on the left hand side of the words you're rading now..
The lower half of the Occipital Lobe takes you to 'Movie Reviews'...
And the upper half of the Occipital Lobe takes you to 'Short Flicks'...which are just short videos...

And that's about it...You all should go and check that bad boy out...do it...

Oh, and my new favorite song is 'Psycho' from Puddle of Mudd...Frerakin' awesome...yep...

Alrighties, I'll talk atcha'll later!

Don't believe everything that you breathe, [-Beck-]
^_6;;Jereality

Mathmaticious Expeditious

If you like Fergie's Fergalicious and Weird Al, well, you might like this kid: Drew D'Amelia.

This is one of the most creative videos I've seen, and it is very well coreographed and written. Props to you, Drew D'Amelia, props to you.

And for all of you 'link me!' me people, well [ that's no a bad thing, I'm one of you, too ], here is the link through youtube of Dear Drew D'Amelia.

Mathmaticious Expeditious


Is it whole? Rational? Factor out, substitute, solve for x...

Math Is Radical!

^_6;;Jereality

Quotes

Just two of 'em...

^_6
Quotes
Wyoming & Me [on friendship]
Wyoming: I'm just a small pea in your circle of big veggie friends.
Me: lol!

[Side Note* : I actually did 'laugh out loud...for the record...]


And The Next One..Brought To You By Onyx
[on the fact it'ss 11:38PM]
Me: i'm gonna be so miserable tomorrow
Onyx: i'll lick you
Me...
don't do that.
Onyx: ...should i get daytona to do it?
Me: ...
no
Onyx: i'll be he would
Me: germs

[Side Note* : Onyx calls Dayton, my boyfriend, Daytona...yeah, I know..she's strange...]
And that's it..those're my quotes...


Nighty night, readers!

^_6;;Jereality

One Degree

You may think that's an odd title for a post, but in fact, those are how many degrees I am from Kevin Bacon. Yep, no lie. I saw him and his brother and his band perform tonight, and to tell you the truth, I love him even more now. Well, it started with me, Father, Sibling and Dayton [my boyfriend;; ^_6] in the top balcony level and we were all seperated because of our tickets. Regardless, we all grouped together on the edge of the balcony where my seat was and waited until the Bacon Brothers and their band came to the stage. When Kevin started to talk he said "and if any of the people in the balcony levels want to move down, make the place seem more filled - you're more than welcome." And as if he had given us $100 dollars cash each, the people in the balcony flooded to the doors.

We, however, were first and got the most primo - free - seats. They weren't free for the people who had to pay $150 for them, but for us - since we were supposed to be in the balcony, we paid nothing. We were invited by Kevin Bacon himself to sit closer. Amazing? I know, and that's just the start. Well, after we got primo seating - we were like...a max of 15 feet away from him - I was told by dear Father to move up to the second row, as a couple of those seats were empty, to get better pictures. So, I took off to the second row[ five feet away from Kevin Bacon!] and got amazing pictures of Kevin Bacon, his brother and his band singing and playing along to amazing songs. AMAZING! So, after I got awesome pictures I moved back to the primo seats with my family and Dayton.

So, all the while Kevin Bacon and his band can see everyone in the crowd, that's just how the lighting and all is set up and the stage and such. So he could see me take pictures in the second row and move back with my posse. Eventually, a song about the woman begins and it's all boppy and I'm dancing in my seat and he's there singing "that girl's an eleven, what's in her iPod to make her hips have that sway" and he's pointing right at me! Eye contact and everything. Mind you, I've already looked around me...the seats were empty. The only girl in his direction was me. It was fantastic! Agh! I'm so excited right now! AH, good times. Good times.

QUote of the Day
Kevin Bacon: I learned that from Bill Nye the Science Guy
Michael Bacon: Now you're just dropping names...
Kevin Bacon: You know, James taylor told me it was wrong to drop names.
-crowd laughter-
Kevin Bacon: No he didn't...It was Marlon Brando.
-harder crowd laughter-
Kevin Bacon: - guilty look - No he didn't...

At that point, I was in the second wrong...can I tell you he had the cutest face when he was like "no he didn't" both times. It was awesome...So awesome.

And now I have a headache..I dunno why, i just do....Great evening for the Jereality...Great!

Have A good One,
-Jereality;;^_6

Blasphemy!

Remember in every one of your school days, everyone said "don't worry, once you're a Senior - everything gets easier." Does anyone recall that? I'm going to burst bubbles here....It's a lie! Life most certainly does not get easier! If anything, it gets harder and more stressful. Once you get acceptd into college (if you get accepted into college) you have to worry about financial aid, and ways to pay for college, whether you're going to commute or live on-campus...how to keep a steady income when in college - because I can almost guarantee that Mommy and Daddy are busy with the bills from paying tuition to give you cash to see a movie.

Though, when you're still in your senior year of high school you'll be worried about the term papers that are due, the assignments that will prepare you for your freshmen year of college. Which, by the way, is kind of helpful in the sense that you're given deadlines in which to accomplish things and if it's not accomplished, you won't be hassled...you'll just get your well-deserved F and be on your not-so-merry way.

If you're not a senior yet, and still a freshmen or sophmore in high school and you've come along to my blog while scouring the internet for answers to math, science, english and hisotry homework, well, I've got some advice for you.

STUDY YOUR HEAD OFF!

Studying, no matter how lame, will boost your GPA thus giving you a greater chance to go to a great college. Also, if your school has openings for a student body government - join! Student Council is a great thing to add to a college resume. Any sort of extra curicular activity...join...Those are just a few tips from me to you. Take heed, my darlings, your future only happens once and your education should not be taken into light account.

Live. Laugh. And be Merry,
-Jereality;;^_6

Better.

After I left the computer last night, I felt a strange calm. I didn't feel happy, I didn't feel sad...I was calm. It was nice...just laying in bed, watching TV, my fan on medium...everything school related finished and set in a pile on my desk. I was very comfortable. And when I fell asleep, I didn't think about anything that would consequently keep me awake, I didn't listen to the sounds the night creates in my house, I didn't think I was asleep only to find out that I was completely awake. I just fell asleep - it was fantastic. I woke up easily, got and sent a few texts...watched some kind of fashion designer show on Bravo...and then I came on line. Got some apple chunks, ate those.

I really like apples.
I like where my life is right now.


Don't worry about me.
I'm fine.
I'm more than fine.
And I'm content.
Perfectly happy with my mental status.





I think it's going to be a good day today.

I'll see you around,
^_6;;Jereality

Something Wrong...

Maybe I'm more broken then I thought I was. I don't know why I'm even telling you this....Free psychiatry, maybe I just need to talk. What should I talk about?

I sleep and wake up exhausted.
I walk around on autopilot during the weekdays.
I sleep until noon sometimes later on weekends.
My assignments seem to be taking a backseat to something I don't even remember doing.
I zone out on most of my day.
I feel like time is crushing me.
It's hard to breathe sometimes.
Like right now.
This zoning out is putting a strain on my relationships.
I'm afraid I'm going too passive.
Too passive, I'll wind up dead.
That's not suicidal.
I promise.
I'm not dark. I'm really not.
I like the dark colors, yeah.
I also like orange.
And light blues.
And bright shocking pink.
And neon green.
I'm very quiet.
Why don't I have anything to talk about?
I used to talk all the time when I was younger.
Why did I stop?
Why did I stop running around outside?
Why did I stop caring if I am liked by other people?
When did I become so apathetic?
Why do I force back tears when someone asks me if i'm 'alright'?

I don't need help. They all say that. Maybe I do need help. Maybe I need someone to save me. From what? What will I be rescued from? Myself? It's cliche`. Am I my own enemy, though?

I'll think on it.

Buncha Nothin'

Alrighty, so, I've really been up to nothing the last couple of days and up to everything at the same time. But that's not what I'm here to talk about this evening.

I'm here to talk about Juice.
And how much I happen to like juice.
However! Some juice isn't 100% juice. Even when it says one hundred percent juice, there is not one hundred percent of the type of juice labeled. For instance, Tangerine juice has like, orange juice, apple juice and like..10% tangerine juice...regardless of how many little orange fruit balls are on the label.

LIES! FRUITY LIES!

Though, Apple juice is bangin'...whatever kind of juice is in there, they done good. I'm pretty sure, though, it's mostly all apples...since it's the easiest to make and such.
Mmm....

Quote of the Day
Sibling: -walks in with container of Apple Juice- I wish apple juice counted as water-
Me:-suddenly- I wish I had apple juice.


I like that she came downstairs, all thirsty, poured herself some apple juice did he comment, and then I did mine...and I got her juice. She gave it to me and went back upstairs - without pouring another cup. All in all, that juice was fantastic.

It's the little things that make me smile...giving me your juice 'cause I asked...well, that's just lovely.
I love my little Sibling...





I also love Apple Juice...

^_6;;Jereality

Turn Up The Radio

And sing a song of...something - I don't remember the words...

But guess what! Father fixed my External Hard drive! You know...the one I complained about in Update Number Three...in the post right below this one....No, right below...scroll down a bit...yeah, that one. Number Three...It's working now, yeah - listening to Dropkick Murpheys at the moment, too. Right from my computer. Yeah. I don't know what was wrong with it exactly...but Father called me up from my downstairs, 'vegge-ing' time and pointed to my computer. Initial reaction: 'What's he doing in my roooOOooom?' If you didn't know, italics means 'in my head'. Second reaction, 'what's that orange thing on my - OH. My. GOD! IT'S BACK!' And then I actually said, 'it's back.' Father sad 'yeah' and pointed to the lap top...said he hooked my E.H.D, my external hard drive, up to the lap top and it - the lap top - said there was some kind of crazy joojoomagumbo on it, and mounted it onto the desktop of the laptop. It was fixed on the lap top, and worked there - fantastic, by the way. So he decided 'hey, let's put this sucker back on Jereality's computer' and SHAZAM! I have my iTunes back. I am absolutely thrilled.

Oh, just in case you were also wondering - I figured out what was so funny from yesterday. A fellow member of the Education Station I go to reminded me. Lovely girl - smart as all get out. [ I never understood that phrase. 'as all get-out'. It just doesn't really make sense if you look at all the words together and give them their meanings in your head. 'Cause if we use intelligence as the example: 'Smart as all get-out' and 'Smart as anything' which also makes little sense. Smart as anything, beautiful as anything. What is this 'anything' in which we speak?! - but I digress]

Anyway, I have a picture to accompany this bit o' humor.



All rightie, do you see that? That is the new Food Pyramid - groups all the god nutritious things together and has a little dude running up some staris - i.e, exercise. So, after much talk abut this new pyramid, most of my fellow Education seekers are asking 'where are those fats and oils? The ice cream and the chocolate and scrumdidliumptious bars? Where are they?'

Our Health Guru man looks at us and says, 'it's there, it's the little yellow line...It's there, but we don't associate with it. They're like terrorists. Oils are terrorists. We don't make deals or mess with the oils or terrorists.'

So, naturally, we all look at each other, shocked, appalled, and slightly amused at this terrible and somehow fitting comparison. I guess you would have to be there...at the time, this was actually very funny.

Also, I pose a question. Look closely at the green 'Vegetables' section. What do you see? Vegetables? Yeah, nice one. But closer, closely at the screen. Close enough to see the pixles...Yeah, outlines of beans. That's what you see. Beans in the Vegetable section. Why, I wonder, are beans in the Vegetable section when there is clearly labeled a 'Meats and Beans' section?

Also, another question. Look closely at the 'Meats and Beans' section. On the right side of the milk, just above the tuna fish and under the pixley egg - Peanut Butter. Last time I checked, peanuts were not meats or beans. They were nuts. They and the beans in Vegetables should switch places...

That would be an accurate drawing of the food pyramid...Did you know it took 'em a year to get this done? It's not even right! Whatever.

Okay, it's time for me to go now...I have some sleeping to do...I'm already ahead of schedule..Got my shower, like, forty minutes ago...I usually get it at ten...it's like, ten twenty right now. So, I've got a lovely time gap to sleep through. Better take advantage of that, otherwise I'll wake up like a zombie with hair like Nick Nolte. Ah well...

Sleep Well,
^_6;;Jereality