So easily upset, this one.

So, we went over and had dinner with the Wall Trout today, then I got to hang out with David.

Dinner:
I want to rip out her entrails and watch her bleed to death on the floor, struggling to inhale while her lung writhes on the carpet next to her.

No, as surprising as it is, not Wall Trout.

Actually, it's this girl Heather.
She's a huge bitch.

My little brother-in-law, Armin, is the sweetest boy you will ever meet.
Heather is his ex, and she won't leave him alone. The only reason she was at the dinner is because Wall Trout invited her parents.
But then she got the number of this amazing girl that Armin had been talking to, and started trying to convince her that he was two-timing her and didn't really want to be her boyfriend.
Then she had the gall to ask her parents if she could go hang out with the girl. In front of Armin.
Basically telling him that she was going to go and ruin his chances with this girl.

It took all of my will power to keep from removing her eyes from their sockets and feeding them to her.

How she could dare hurt someone as kind and innocent and sensitive as Armin...
She doesn't deserve to walk this earth without suffering.

Hanging out with David:
I wanted to look at my baby pictures, because we looked at his during dinner, but he was totally disinterested.
He seems to be disinterested in anything that doesn't involve him getting to talk about himself.
Or that he would be able to do on his own.

:[

True Blood Seaon Finale:
Ouch.
My soul.
It hurts.



Hasn't been a good night.

Sometimes, the hard work pays off.

Why is life so beautiful?

Sometimes things just work out, yakno?

And for me, this fine day/early-early morning, things have decided to sweat to the eighties.

Today, or yesterday, as of 2 hours and 9 minutes ago, I thought it was going to be a relatively shitty day. I was supposed to be babysitting these two horrible little girls who never sleep and are as stubborn as mules being ridden by political leaders wearing blinders.

And the day started out in a nerve-wracking way, with mi Madre startling me awake by saying I had a call. It was from David, which was a comfort, but then she said we had to talk after I hung up.

This normally means bad news or that I'm in trouble. So after reluctantly hanging up with him, I assumed the emotional position of a man on his way to the gallows.

I get downstairs, prepared for the worst and....

...

...

...

...nothing.

She didn't say a thing.

In fact, I sat down with her and watched TV for a bit.

Still nothing.

*relief*

But still to come.

She did say that Curtis had called and wanted to come over. So I called him back and he said he'd be over in a bit. And as I hung up with him, Madre exploded into little bits and decided we were all going to take the trash to the dump, regardless of Curtis being on his way.

So, reluctantly, and feeling like my minor good luck was gone, I went outside and tried to help Mom hook up the trailer. It wasn't working very well though. She fiddled with the latch for 15 to 20 whole minutes [during which Curtis showed up and tried to start helping as well].

And after all that time, she was like, "Oh screw it. Maybe we should just stack the trash cans into the car and just go."

And I was like, "Well...wait...see the problem? It's just this little hook that has to go down. If you push a littler harder..." At this point, I leaned with minimal effort on the latch. And it clicked shut.

At first I was like:

But then I was like:

Everyone was laughing and astounded. The atmosphere in my head was still tense, despite my awesomeness, because I still had minimal time to hang out with Curtis and I needed to get my phone back from Sunshine, who was supposed to have dropped it off at David's house.

So we're driving and we stop by David's, and he's calling Sunshine manically because we're all on a tight schedule. So, I finally get my phone back, and there are a few messeges on it.

1. Curtis: asking if he can hang out.
2. David: before he knew I didn't have my phone.
3. Michelle [lady I babysit for]: saying I don't have to babysit anymore.

I was like....

but nonetheless, I felt like it was a turn for the best. This way, I didn't have to babysit any little snotty girls, and I could spend more time with Curtis.

But we ran to the dump and did all them errands and Curtis brought his girlfriend over. And I ended up getting to have David over too. We all hung out and it was wonderful.

Then the cherry on this good-day-sun-dae was this:

I have this website called "Pokefarm" that I'm really into. It makes my life. All the fun of breeding and hatching pokemon without having to worry about battling.

But I've been trying desperately hard to get my very favorite pokemon in my party. I had succeeded with all but this one, my MOST favorite.

SO~ I was clicking through the "Lab" which is where you adopt pokemon, and I happened to adopt this egg I didn't recognize the description of. And guess what pog it was???

No really.

Guess.

It was...

This one~

Wynaut.

It's my MOST favorite.

So I was super excited.

Then, there is this thing called scouring, where you can get items and stuff.

And some of the items you can get are called "summon items"

They basically allow you to get legendary pokemon.

<3

And I got one.

The one for Groudon.

Which, I will admit, isn't my goal legend, but it's pretty epic for a consolation.

THEN

[oh no, it's not over yet.]

THEN,

They have these event pokemon that happen every month or so and you have to meet all these criteria before you can get one, then you have to be lucky.

And as you can guess after all this,

I met all the criteria.

And I got lucky!

<3

But basically, that's all.

I am happy.

Thank goodness for evarthan.

oh btw:

I'm going to be breaking my "virginity" with David in t-minus 38 days.

Should be fun buns.

X3

Good N'orninght to all of you~~~~~~~~

Godommot.

So, as of late, I have been over at Sunshine's house building some epic Gundam models!
[And mine is amazing, btw. I'll post pictures and a link to the review once I'm able.]
But just now, I left my cell phone at his house.

And it's a good thing in the long run I guess because now is usually when Tyler texts me.
And Sunshine having my phone at his house keeps me from reading the texts.
But...it also enables him to read them.
What if Tyler does something stupid and texts something really inappropriate?

*sigh*
It's such a pain, having to deal with this stupid kid.
Now, it's like, I don't get butterflies when his name is mentioned anymore.
Thank Gourd.

The infatuation is over, and I am no longer dallying with the Duke.

Because I can't bring myself to compare David to anyone other than Christian.
And Tyler is more of a Duke anyway.
*glares off into the mid-distance*

All the same, I'd really like to get my phone back.
Just for the sake of communication.

I suppose I'll have to wait though.

Anyway, because I know sooooo many of you were curious, this is what my phone looks like.

Her name is Shayne [named for a character in my ultra-long ultra-dumb fanfiction].
And she's quite beautiful and reliable.
Though her camera has before gotten me into a fair bit of anxiety, she's still my very best buddy.
<3


Hopefully, I'll get her back tomorrow before I have to babysit.
Jada and Olivia. They're okayyy. Just...tiring little girls. And not always cute. I will never teach my child the phrase, "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit."

I dislike this rhyme.


                                     A lot.



                                                                     Yeah.







But yeah.

So....*dies*

Whose Line is it Anyway?

This show for my life. There is nothing better than this. I love everyone always.

Drew Carey, the guy who buzzes and drinks coffee!

Colin Mochrie:

• Bald~
• Canadian
• Epic.

Ryan Stiles:

• Drew never gets his last name right. There is an 's' on the end.
• Reminds me of my dad.
• We all know he's well-endowed. We know it.
• HIS SHOES FOR ALWAYS.

 Wayne Brady:

• The reason they can make any ethnic jokes.
• His singing voice saves us all.
• We love that he knows he's white anyway.

 Brad Sherwood:

• No one can duet with Wayne better.
• He's good at innuendos~ <3

 Greg Proops

•  No one can deny....his laugh. The best laugh on the show.
• He's the best at anything ~GAY~

 Chip Esten

• The true bromance: Chip and Wayne. "I'm the Chocolate, and you're the Chip!"
• He's such an acroba

Laura Hall and Linda Taylor: The life partners of music. Where would we get without the Hoedowns and the Greatest Hits?

We love them all!

<3

Bring them back!

My True Love, My One and Only

Linkin Mufukkin' Park.

I have loved this group of intense men since I was a little girl listening to 'In The End' while my aunt cooked banana bread in the oven.

They mean enough to me to have their logo tattooed on my body, which it is.

*prepares self for judgemental wash of scoffs and snorts from the audience*

Yes, you pitter-patter to each other about how I'll regret it later and everything, feel free. However, know that Linkin Park has gotten me through the worst times in my life. And my mom paid for the tattoo when I was 16, and she no fool. So....
fuck you eat my shorts.

But anyway, that's not what I'm here to discuss.
I'm here to discuss how much I am relieved that they aren't falling into a pit of shit with their music. It's all just different, not bad. Just....different.

Here is how I feel about each album:
and just so everyone is aware, I'll be listening to the albums as I review them.

Hybrid Theory:
This album is what kicked them off and frankly, it's so fucking epic. I end up having to change my panties every time I listen to it. Each song guys, here we go.

• "Papercut": The staccato beginning is always a little dry for my taste, but it ends up being musically GENIUS. <3
• "One Step Closer": For this, I have been jaded. I LOVE this song, but nothing beats seeing it live. Nothing. The adrenaline is so addictive. I get goosebumps thinking about it. Plus, whosever's idea it was to hang Chester upside-down in that video is a mad-hatter genius. >3<
• "With You": This is one of those songs only a few people remember because it wasn't a big hit. It always makes me feel like it's raining outside. I couldn't explain to you why. o3o
• "Points of Authority": Fuck you guys I love this song. 'Cept that whole -yearned v. learned- thing with Chazzy's pronunciation bothers the snot out of me.
• "Crawling": This song is a little bit more serious for me and more the reason I have their logo on my hip. One of those got-me-through-it songs. But the video...I want that silk shirt off his back.
• "Runaway": LAWLZ. This song...I can't take it seriously because in the most dramatic part, he starts slurring 'runaway' and it sounds silly.
• "By Myself": Another one where I'm jaded. I like the Reanimation version much much better.
• "In the End": This song is what started it all. My God, Mike....have my babies.
• "A Place for My Head": HA. This is my official ass-kicking song. AHAHAHA. Bitches don't know 'bout my mosh. [not really. I'm a huge wuss.]
• "Forgotten": And it really is. This song is okay, not the worst, not my favorite.
• "Cure for the Itch": Oh Mr. Hahn. He rapes so hard and occasionally makes me want to be a DJ~
• "Pushing Me Away": This was a weird song to close the album on, but it's a good one. Another one where I liked the Reanimation version better.

Meteora:
Oh my goodness. Yet another pantsu-change requirement. This one really shoved Chester's vocals out there, allowing the fans to continue their raspy-whisper imitations of him.

• "Opening": Fuck those who start the album on Don't Stay. You're missing out on Mike's sexy groaning. Listen, it's there.
• "Don't Stay": Setting the mood, it's a good song~ I can apply one of my friends to this junk. Let's see...for this one it'd be....John. The asshole. It's a good fit.
• "Somewhere I Belong": If I was forced to choose a favorite song, this one would be it out of all of them. It was the one I personally identified with the most. It reaches out and grabs my heart, opens it like a book and reads my own personal life lyrics out of it. <3
• "Lying From You": This is my hardcore jerk-and-pop dancing song. I love it~ The person I hook up with this song is...Jesse. She was an old friend of mine before I moved from Vegas. It's a looser fit, but I can feel it.
• "Hit the Floor": My cousin, Devynn. Fuck you guys, this is my song for her. It's perfect times 1561564156025. But, also a good song. it just makes me see red sometimes. O ,o
• "Easier to Run": This song seems silly to me. It's just...I used to identify with it, but now it's just a little to 'emo-fab'.
• "Faint": Again...HAVE MY BABIES MIKE SHINODA.
• "Figure .09": This is another super amazing song. In the same way that "With You" makes me think of rain, this song is a fire song. And, this song belongs to a girl who used to be my best friend. Nichelle. It hurts to type the name, but it works.
• "Breaking the Habit": Makes me cry. End of story. Too much connection to comment.
• "From the Inside": This song jumps out of the middle of bum fuck nowhere at you. Not my favorite, but it's neat.
• "Nobody's Listening": HA. I CAN RAP THAT FAST. Mufukka. This song is always at the very back of everyone's head, but I love it to within an inch of its life.
• "Session": Feels like a bad redo of "Cure". I don't like it as much.
• "Numb": See "Breaking the Habit". *sigh*

Let me be clear here, I'm not skipping Reanimation. I love that entire CD, but I feel like this is going to be too lengthy for my taste, so...I love all the songs. Particularly the ones I referenced before this.

Minutes to Midnight:
Here was where Linkin Park became a topic of hot sauce. Some liked it, some didn't. I didn't like every song, but it was for the most part good.

• "Wake": Weirdo entry. Good for meditating if you set it on repeat though.
• "Given Up": This was a pretty good song. Some hints of Meaty or a Hybrid Teary are visable, which makes it easier to listen to. A blast for those who hung on to the last two albums.
• "Leave Out All the Rest": I love this song. I don't care. Chester's voice for always. Plus it makes me think of when my Tia Lily and my Uncle were getting married. He proposed with this song. It was amazing.
• "Bleed It Out": I would love this song if I didn't keep imagining Chester's stupid head-bobbing chicken thing he did with the microphone in the video.
• "Shadow of the Day": Ehhhh....I didn't like it. It was okay for vocals...but otherwise non-Linkin-Park sounding.
• "What I've Done": This...just...because it was the first thing I got to listen to off the album and I was pissing myself excited. So I've become biased to this song.
• "Hands Held High": I LOVE YOU MIKE...but stop being so preachy. We know the corporations are corrupt. Aren't you supposed to be telling me things about my own heart and soul that I didn't know?
• "No More Sorrow": Another 'Given Up" antidote for those people in need of hardcore.
• "Valentine's Day": If I had to pick a least favorite song, it'd be this one. Ughhhhh. Emo-fab's R Us.
• "In Between": Michael Shinoda, I would just like to let you know that, thanks to you, I can no longer sit on nice upholstery. Because it gets ruined. When I listen to this song. o3o
• "In Pieces": Chester Bennington, I would just like to let you know that, thanks to you, my tear ducts are constantly begging that I turn off the radio.
• "The Little Things Give You Away": Rob is the only thing that saves this for me. His drumming FTWz.

And that leads us up to where we stand now.

With the new album coming out in t-minus 5 days, all we can do is wait and hope.

Well, I don't have to wait because Tyler is a huge illegal douche-head and sent me the album early so I wouldn't have to buy it.

Damn him for being so perfect.

But, I won't listen/review it until the 14th. So...right.

Anyway.
I love them. Always have, always will.

PS: In case you were wonderz, Mike is my favorite. I want his man-flesh. <3


Oh, and plus also: I'm the Bennoda Girl.
If you know what that means, then you're awesome, and here's a prize for you.

Love and Miss

First, tell me why I miss Jimmy Neutron so much?
It was such a great show. Who was the dunderhead who decided that it wasn't good enough for primetime? Probably the same person who decided to put Barnyard on cable. Shit's weak, Nickelodeon. Shit's weak.

And....


SHIRONA X HIKARI FOREBBER!
<3

That's right. I like Pokemon.

Eat my shorts nerds evarwhar.

I break the rules of the internet so frequently~

--->Real Femanon<---

Anyway, I've gotta go get ready for Wall Trout to show up.

o3o

Wish me luck!

Firstly, I have to speak first because I have something to say.

Dear oh dear.

Is it true?
Am I writing a blog?

I s'pose it'll be easier to keep up with than an actual diary.
Plus I got a lot going on lately...

Lessee.

First item of business:

• It is exactly 4.58AM right nao.
• I am still awake.
• I am still awake, and on the internet.
• I am still awake, and on the internet, and writing "baby's first blog"
• Holy shit I have no life.

MFW this realization.

So besides my nao horrible massive depression erection,
I have one more item of discussion.
[Of course I'll be discussing it with myself but whahee~]

The epic horrible that is my situation with Tyler.
Here to be called...FFFFFFFFFFUU-.

So basically what's been going on is that a long time ago, in a land pretty much right where I'm laying, one of my boyfriend's very best friends, named Tyler, started texting me.
Which was quite nice of him, since I am a lonely clod of dirt with no friends.
Anyway, after a while of texting him, we started to discuss how we're both attention whores and flirty ones at that. [audience: buhwhaaaaat?! an attention whore with a blog?!] I know, I know.
So this speaking progressed into him basically confessing that he finds me super attractive and amazing. As I do him. But the awesome part about this is:

1. I have a boyfriend.
2. He has a girlfriend.
3. I really don't think he's srsbznz.

So, being a grain of salt person, I laughed it off. But, the boy is delicious on a stick. He just IS. Naturally, I couldn't let someone this super tasty slip away into the depths of my cynic mind so easily. Thus, I continue texting him. These texts continue for ages, progressing exponentially with their seriousness.
At one point, I was talking to him and my boyfriend's other friend who is also my friend Curtis on the phone. And while we were talking out loud, we were also texting naughty things back and forth. About how I could be naked on the phone with them and he would never know. He thought I was after that, which I s'pose is a better mental image for him than me wearing ratty old PJ pants and a huge flannel shirt. We started trailing off into what our mental images of each other were, and he sent me this ZOMFGZHOWDOIEVENDONTDOTHINGSLIKETHISWTFBBQ picture of him with his shirt off. I am not kidding you people, the boy is built to all ungodly hell.
of course, he was making a silly face in the picture, which dented the fappability and ended up saving me from my ultimate demise being within his pectorals.
So from then on, I accepted that I was probably kidding myself and allowed my heart to be swept away into the wild, unpredictable sea of Tyler-Texting, while my body lingered in a more distant way with my boyfriend David.

Nao, for reference: David is the most amazing hunk of flesh to have ever graced this universe with his presence. He's sweet, and a dork, and fun. He has his share of mama-drama but, without all that, who would anyone be?
Basically, David's and my relationship started when I first met him in guitar club. I had entered guitar club with no intentions other than to pursue this ridiculous douche bag John. That went on for years while meanwhile David sat in the background waving huge neon signs around saying that he loved me. He finally confessed to me in the end of my junior year and I accepted and we've been together ever since.
His mom is satan, his dad is an Irish whore-bag and his brother is a ball of fluffy marshmallow paste.

So, David and I are doing the usual hanging out and then late in the nights, Tyler and I are texting our lives away.
Recently, said texting has gotten deep into the NC-17 category of sex and so forth. Which would be not such a big deal if Tyler hadn't said something along the lines of:

"You know, if we ever got any alone time, I'm not sure what I'd do. It's tragic that we don't get to express our feelings for each other. I would be totally okay with doing a little thing without even letting our significant others know. I WILL KISS YOU THE NEXT TIME WE ARE ALONE."

Maybe not in so many words, but the implications are all there. But, the problem is that my mind is a dark and violent toilet which is always clogged. Once you put a thought in there, it swirls around and around without ever going away until it softens and stinks up the whole bathroom.
So, this thought of kissing him is stinking up my bathroom right nao.
And at first I was basically okay with this. Not so much the actual fact that I would be cheating on David, but that I would be pursuing the one reciprocal relationship I'd ever experienced.
David confessed to me, not the other way around. I ended up liking him, but at first, our relationship was not supposed to last in my mind. He grew on me. <3
And I would still be in this mind set if two days ago hadn't happened.
So two days ago: Curtis [the one referenced earlier] was over, hanging out, and he and I started discussing being frustrated with Tyler because he would never come over because he's always with his girlfriend, Kendra.
Kendra is a sweetheart btw. She doesn't seem to like me for idk what reason, but I still admire her from afar.
Of course I had my own reasons for being frustrated for not getting to see him, but besides the point. Curtis started talking about how Tyler had cheated on Kendra 4 times before.

MFW upon discovery.

And all of the other cheating situations had been him sending them pictures as well as them sending him pictures.
LIKE...
GODOMMOTCORTOS.
Why do you have to kill everything with your reality?
So then I felt the ultimate betrayal deep within my toilet-bowl-head and all the thoughts which had been swirling got the bleach of reality thrown on them. I texted Tyler later on that night.

Ryn: Tyler, am I the only person you ever flirt with hardcore like this?
Tyler: Yes you are. Why do you ask?

And I am unjustifiably mad at Tyler for basically being an asshole liar-pants.
The best way I can express this to him without losing my one outlet for unrelenting lust factory is by ignoring his texts.

IF HE WERE SENDING ME ANY.
._.

So that's that.

And I have to be picked up by David's Mom, [henceforth referred to as Satan or Wall Trout.] because she's taking David out to run errands and I want to use him to wash the filth of Tyler out of my imagination.

So I will be departing for this night.

• It is 5.38AM.

my life is a sad one.