It's been a while since I've spammed y'all with pictures and videos, hasn't it?

Let's fix that. :D

Haha, hipsters are hilarious.

Saw this the other day and got the feeling that in time, I'm going to have to make a similar ridiculous promise.



(Pfft. "Once you jump into a tub of marshmallows, you really have to savor the moment.")

And lastly... guys. Did you realize that the main NaNoWriMo event is less than three months away? (While I try to figure out what the heck even happened to my plot. Where'd it gooooooo...)

Everybody knows how I feel about videos by now.

And how I love making them, too.



Proper post later. Like, tomorrow. :)

Because the video isn't working.

Here's a song called I Am The First Fifty Digits of Pi. It's kind of amazing.

Happy Pi Day!

I scheduled this entry to post automatically at 3:14 in the morning. Well, EST.

Now here's what pi sounds like.

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

Proper post later. At 3:14 in the afternoon. :D

Sorry about that.

Here's a puppy.

Something really random.

So Blogger gives you stats for where everybody is coming from and what kind of systems they're using, and this just blew my mind:

I'm really Dutch cheap, so I'm still using a portable CD player (and calling them that without irony). But I had no idea you could get on the internet on an iPod! That's crazy.

"Don't ever interrupt me while I'm reading a book!"

(I don't actually have time for a proper blog post. Too much homework, and trying to do rewrites on a story.)

This is really funny, though. And yes, reading does make you totally gangsta now.

Friday Fragments

Which means that because I'm too lazy to dedicate a blog post to one subject, I'll dedicate it to MANY!

1) Well, in case you haven't heard the tragic news, Borders is filing for Chapter 11 bankruptcy, which I just learned a few seconds ago (see this post) means they're reorganizing the company. Still, it's sad how they're closing 200 more stores.

2) I am not already planning for NaNoWriMo. I can't help it! When you're waiting for class to start, there's not a whole lot to do...

3) Remember a few weeks ago how the Midwest was in the midst of THE winter storm?

(At the end, I said, "But wait! You haven't seen the backyard!" It was pretty much the same and boring.)

Well, check this out.

It is like that everywhere. It's like, Snow? What snow?


4) Fun thing to do with Facebook. (Plundered it from Erin at Quitting My Day Job. :D) First, go to Facebook. Then, copy the following code into the address bar.
javascript:(function(){fcb=function(d){ktndata=d;var p=document.getElementsByTagName('img');for(var i in p){p[i].width=p[i].width;p[i].height=p[i].height;p[i].src=d.items[Math.floor(Math.random()*(d.items.length))].media.m;}};if(typeof ktndata=='undefined'){var jp=document.createElement('script');jp.setAttribute('type','text/javascript'); jp.setAttribute('src','http://api.flickr.com/services/feeds/photos_public.gne? tags=kitten&tagmode=any&format=json&jsoncallback=fcb'); document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(jp);} else{fcb(ktndata);}})()
Don't worry, it's harmless. To "fix" it, just go to your profile and all will be restored. (Also, you can do this with any website with pictures.)

5) Quote from class last night.
Teacher: "But actually, the first six months of a relationship are comparable to being mentally unstable."*
Me to Kirstin: (Quietly) "That explains Twilight."
Kirstin: (Collapses in laughter)
*It was something like that.

OK. I'll do a proper post on Monday. Since that seems to be my blogging schedule now. M/W/F. :) Have a good weekend, everybody!

I call this picture Good and Evil.

Guess who's good and who's evil.

(Sorry about the quality; it's a cell phone picture.)

This is the first time in my life I've been considered stylish.

 I love the internet. I do.

Erin over at Quitting My Day Job, decided that I deserved this Stylish Blogger Award. Thank you very kindly, Erin! I have no idea what stylish blogging means, but apparently I'm doing something right with this thing. :) If you haven't read Erin's blog, you really should. Lots of great insight and stories. She actually up and moved to Mitten, USA to concentrate on writing. Now that is dedication to your craft, people.

So there are some rules for this award.

1) Thank the person who gave you this award and link back to them.
2) Share seven things about yourself.
3) Pass the award the bloggers whom you have recently discovered and who you think are great.
4) Contact the bloggers you've chosen and let them know about the award.

OK, seven things.

1) I have a scar on my right hand from when I fell down a flight of stairs three years ago. It's really faint, but it's there.
2) I've had the nickname Qzie since I was fourteen. It came from a story that a few of us were collaborating on. And by gum, it was hilarious. And it could definitely be salvaged if we tried.
3) I didn't grow up on Harry Potter. I grew up on A Series of Unfortunate Events. And you know what? I still prefer ASoUE. And I am not ashamed of that.
4) I keep using the name "Charlie" for characters and have no idea why.
5) My catchphrase in high school was: "Look! It's the ice cream man! Let's go!" For explanation, see #2.
6) Now my catchphrase is: "Allons-y, Alonso!" Yes. I am that nerd.
7) The only piece of writing that I ever turned in to a contest* was for this play competition about finding your voice. My skit was called "Stockholm Syndrome: 'I Love You, Can I Use The Bathroom?'" It was one of five winners. I hated it so much. But the actors were so funny they made me kind of tolerate my nonsense.

*I wasn't going to, but my best friend grabbed the script from my backpack and turned it in. Ah, best friends. Always shenaniganizing.

Now the people who will probably notice someone with a nearly unpronounceable username giving them the Stylish Blogger Award. Whatever that means.

DaveTree Photography
This is a Blog
Kara Mustafa
Fiction Fusion

We are so stylish with our blogging. Apparently. :)

The Ugly Truth About Santa Claus

Tonight was girl's night. We realized something horrible about Santa Claus. I wrote a brief essay about it.

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I have determined why Santa's cheeks are always red, why he is obese, why he thinks he can fit down chimneys, and why he is so jolly.

Santa is an alcoholic.

He has been drinking whiskey constantly on his midnight trips, which explains the red cheeks. Naturally, he has become addicted and started doing this all year long, which also explains why he has gotten so rotund. Since he's not in his right frame of mind when he's drinking, he thinks he can fit down the chimney. The jolly mood should explain itself.

Please, stop encouraging him.

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Girls nights are interesting.

Because I'm too busy to write an actual post.

Working on a short story for Fiction Workshop at the moment. Here's something brilliant from YouTube.

Since it's been four days...

Sorry, this week has been trying to kill me. School... my dad was in the hospital for a couple days (nothing serious)... that sorta thing... then my phone is being stupid... *sigh* Anyway, here's something that never fails to make me laugh. Enjoy.



And something old from college and career. :)

I was downright chatty this week. Holy cow.

You have to understand how weird this is. I'm never this wordy. Speaking of words! Sometimes when I get bored, I like pulling out a notebook and writing about whatever pops in my head. Which is only a little dangerous. :) Like so:

One word. Viva. It's like a little revolution if you say it right. Listen how it charges the air. Viva. It's more electric than electricity. It's light. It's free. Say it. Mean it. You see?

Love is an odd word. All you need is love. All you need is love, love, love. Love is all you need.
"Love's not something you feel. It's something you do."
"Someone else said that before."
"Because it's true."*
Love has no charge in its sound. It's too fluid for charge. Too soft for revolution. Too strong for electricity.

Lull. It’s a nice word on paper, but when you say it, it almost gets stuck in your teeth. Like you have to lull it out.

Wonder. There's something magical about this word. Best said in the summer, at night, surrounded by fireflies. It's a promise and a question. It whispers what if and maybe. It's the glimmer in the dark.

*That was part of our discussion at college and career last week. :D Actually, that's where I'm headed right now.

(PS: I'm not claiming I have psychic abilities, but...)