An Open Letter on Central High School

I’m sure you had your reasons for the way you handled today’s events, I just don’t understand them. I’m getting ahead of myself though.

Let’s start at the beginning

Today was the retreat for juniors in full IB. Since I am not in full IB, this was looking to be a pretty easy day. I was one of the first people to arrive to my fifth block Psych class (it’s around 11:15). Our teacher was gone and, according to the substitute, had nothing planned for class. I sat down and started talking to some friends.

Ten minutes into class, I overhear someone else say the word “gunshot”. Naturally, I’m curious and I ask what she’s talking about. She tells me that during passing period a backpack was dropped off the balcony and a loud “pop” was heard. Some people thought it was a balloon or a bag or chips but others argued it was too loud for that. Overall, we were confused. It seemed that if a gun really had gone off we would be in lock-down. Several people left class and came back reporting several officers by the main office. Something was up.

Then someone’s cell rang. He listened for a moment and then told us

"It’s my mom, she just received an alert saying a gun went off at school."

As you can imagine, this was a surprise. We had all thought that if a gun really had gone off we would be the first to know. Not long after we noticed several local news stations had reported the incident, but there was still no word to the students.

After lunch it is made painfully clear that a lot of people are still totally in the dark about what happened, so I start to tweet everything I know.






It was confirmed through several teachers that they were told not to say anything about it. A friend of mine, who teaches at another school, told me that they are legally obligated not to.
At this point I also linked to several other news reports on the subject. They all said pretty much what we had pieced together from our eye witness account. A gun went off and they had arrested someone. There wasn’t a lot of information out there but the fact is that they released it to the public before they released it to us. At the time, I was more understanding than I am now.




It was clear they wanted classes to resume as normal and they did. Or at least they resumed as normal as they can with rumors flying left and right. As one student put it:



At this point nothing new was really coming in. We couldn’t tune into the news conference and none of the websites provided any updates. Nearly two hours had passed since the gun went off and there had still been no announcement.
Finally at around 1:30, they released an official statement. It was obviously being read and we would find out only a few minutes where it was being read from.


This letter bothered me. There was no new information, I had already learned this through eye witness accounts and parent info. My dad even emailed me the message he had got after it happened.


So why did they wait two hours to let us in the loop? And if they were waiting for more information then why was anyone informed at all?
At the end of the day I was told that several people had been called down to the office an told to delete their tweets on the subject. Presumably this was too get rid of any speculation but at this point I don’t even know.

And if we ever do find out what exactly happened, it seems we’ll be the last to know.

Erika Wallace (or It's a Small Small World)

It's been a while, I will admit that. Here's a story for you all.

Two summers ago I went to an improv workshop. While I was there the instructor told me a story about the time he made a fake eHarmony account under the name Erika Wallace and basically messed with people. Fast forward a year and I get a friend request on Facebook from none other than, Erika Wallace. I don't accept but I don't refuse either, vaguely wondering if this is related at all to the story I had been told.

As it turns out, yes. I was going to that same camp that summer and the next day during break I see him talking to another teacher about something on the computer. I take a shot in the dark.

"Did you get a friend request from Erika Wallace too?"

He's surprised. "Yeah!" He answers. "Do you know who it is?" I don't. We suspect it was one of the other kids from last year and move on. Sort of...I don't forget Erika. I look at the request every single time I get on Facebook. Erika and I have a mutual friend. She went to the camp as well, so I don't think too much of it. Still I am unwilling to answer the request. It stays pending for months.

Then, today I see the number has changed. 

Two Mutual Friends

Further inspection shows the unexpected. Earlier in the year I had come across a girl on Lamar's swim team who I had wanted to befriend. I tried to be cool but instead I had just been incredibly awkward. She was nice about the whole thing. We became Facebook friends (A step up from acquaintances). I take in the new information.

It's enough. I accept the request.

Snub

I wish I had some fun story about cool happenings but I don't.

I just wanted to say that Tatiana Maslany deserved that Golden Globe on one more social networking site

You Thought I Exploded Didn't You?

Well if you did, you weren't paying attention to that Twitter widget. Or the more likely situation, you weren't reading my blog.

Yeah as it turns out there was no bomb. Just a lot of terrible bomb puns. One of which was myself remarking how I was going to die in math class, thus going out with an algerBANG.

...I probably deserved to blow up for that one...

I'd blame the lack of updates on the musical but that wouldn't be fair. Yes I have been spending a lot of time working on the musical. No that isn't the reason for my blogging absence. I'm just really bad at consistently updating things.

Here. Have this picture

teen beach movie was fantastic don't talk to me

Bomb Threats and Dinosaur Faces

I don't really want to retell the tale of my my face got covered in dinosaurs and then spread around the internet.

So let's just say it happened. And I'm kinda famous for it.

That's really all you need to know.

You see actually I'm here to complain about the bomb threat at my school.

Yeah. My school is supposed to go sky high tomorrow.

To be fair, it was written on top or a urinal and so it likely to not happen. All the same, the building was searched all weekend and Monday we can only enter through two entrances. The logical part of my brain knows it's just a kid who wants out of school. Still, a part of me has run a million different scenarios that all end with a bang.

I guess it's just one of those things. I'll let you know if I make it through Monday. Although my failure to survive might be more due to Mondays in general than bombs...

Of Clones and Stick Figures

If you haven't watched Orphan Black,

Um...Why not? It's amazing. Go! I'll wait.

...

...

...

You back? Never left? That's cool. Whatever...

Anyways a few days after I finished Orphan Black I wondered if there was any way I could get involved with the fandom. I mean with Warehouse ending I just wanted to make sure I was a part of something else. My problem was, and always had been, I really don't have much to offer. I mean I can draw, but not people. I'm capable of writing but I really don't have the time during the school year. I was about to give up when an idea came to me.

In an attempt to reach out to the Warehouse fandom, I had created a blog called poorlydrawnwereherse. It was essentially comics made up of really poorly drawn stick figures. each comic had it's own little joke that would poke fun at the characters or the show. The fandom had really liked it but Warehouse fans are few in the grand scheme of things. Not to mention most fans are shippers and I have no ships in Warehouse 13. I didn't particularly prioritize the blog and it kind of fell to the wayside.

I figured Orphan Black's larger fanbase would probably like a similar blog. I knew I could get a large following but it would take some time and a lot of comics before that would happen. My eventual goal was to be featured on the official Orphan Black tumblr. With this in mind, I gave each character a stick figure equivalent, wrote a few comics and launched poorlydrawnorphanblack.

There were a few miscalculations however.

1. Orphan Black is a larger fanbase, that is true, but I didn't quite realize HOW large. The show averaged about 400,000 viewers an episode for the first four episodes and the numbers only went up from there. (The Renew Warehouse 13 online survey averaged about 4,500 viewers)

2. Despite it's massive size, The Clone Club is rather tightly knit. Meaning, stuff travels way faster than in the Warehouse 13 fandom.

Within the first 24 hours my little blog had 5 posts and 74 followers. As my tiny queue drained more followers trickled in to tell me their thoughts.

I figured it was a success and drew a few more comics. And then on the third day of the blog's existence I got a message. Essentially is told me to go check out the Orphan Black tumblr. Here is what I found.

 

I was beyond shocked.

I had made 17 posts at this point, this reblog was WAAAAAAAY ahead of my schedule.

Not to mention this was not JUST a reblog. It was a shout-out!

Suddenly I didn't have a hundred people to keep happy. The number skyrocketed. Not to mention the positive responses

 

started coming in

 

LIKE CRAZY!

As days went by I got more requests in 24 hours than i'd seen in my entire YEAR running poorlydrawnwereherse! Here is the stats for the last month.

Tumblr couldn't handle all the new followers they should all be new.

Yeah. That graph is showing NOTES.

The followers are still coming in each day.* And the requests follow.

I had never anticipated such an amazing reaction to my idea. It's mind boggling.

I've officially deemed this my job, after school of course**, and I don't get free-time until I've worked on it. And I plan to work on it every single day. I may lose a little sleep, but for a fandom and a show this amazing?

It's worth it.


*In the hour or so it took to write this post I gained two followers
**Today was actually the first day of school. You might get a post about the first two days tomorrow.

Three Hannahs and a T-Bird

I know a lot of people named Hannah.

That's not really surprising, Hannah isn't a particularly uncommon name. Most people know a Hannah. Most Hannahs know a Hannah.

But relatively speaking, I know quite a few people named Hannah. I'm only going to talk about three though.

I'm not going to bother with last names, heck, I haven't even mentioned my name on this blog so we'll just stick with Hannah.

In elementary school I knew a girl named Hannah.

She was extremely tall for her age. I think she played basketball too. For all purposes let's call her Big Hannah.

But Big Hannah wasn't really all that great at making friends. Most people didn't really hang out with her that much. At the moment, I can't remember why. But odds are she was annoying.

I'm not saying Big Hannah and I were best friends. We weren't even friends. I was nice to her when she talked to me, and she was...herself. When I left my regular school system to go to a special 5th grade, ended up changing my educational track for good.

I haven't seen her since.

I saw Hannah O yesterday. I saw her for the first time in months the day before that.

Hannah O is a volunteer at WOW with me. She also went to that special fifth grade I talked about, but she went the year after I did. Being from the first crop of volunteers is hard, most of the friends you made at the start are gone. Not to mention everyone is younger than you.

Thankfully there are always some good kids. I met Hannah O during a summer when I had a lot of freetime. We started an easy friendship and always managed to balance a good amount of work and fun. One day during a camp we made up a ridiculous dance routine for the kids. They didn't appreciate as much as we did, but it was still fun.

At one point her iPhone pass code was SWAG. I have yet to see if this is still the case.

Anyways, I got busy. Between swimming and plays I didn't have much time to volunteer during the school year. I forgot about Hannah O.

Monday I walked back into the animal room. I wasn't particularly excited about work, I had done a few programs last week and had found no one to really talk to.

Now, I should say no one was all that excited to see me either. I got a few "I haven't seen you in awhile"s and "Nice to  see you" comments. But I mean nobody was thrilled. Which is reasonable, since most were from the forth or fifth crop and didn't know me anyways.

But when I walked back into the animal room Monday, Hannah O was more than happy to see me.

And I was more than happy to see her. We hung around all that day, as well as the next.

I don't know if I'll be working much this school year, but if I am, I hope it's with Hannah O.

If there is one person I am going to be glad to see come school next week it's Hannah. (This Hannah doesn't need nicknames because she's Hannah. That's all there is to it)

I'll be glad to see a lot of people. But Hannah is going to be the person I resist tackling on the first day back.

Hannah and I met in drama.

You know how every time you enter a new group there is always one or two people you want to get to know? Hannah was that person. Lucky for me it was mutual. Pretty soon Hannah, Sasha*, and I became convinced we were actually the same person. At semester we all moved up to drama two together. We rocked the IMPROV club. We were unstoppable. Well until puppets anyways but I won't go there.

Hannah is one of the few people in this world I am capable of texting back in a timely matter. Hannah might even say I am a little too capable. (One time I walked away from Hannah and started texting as I walked away.)

Hannah may or may not be developing a biological need for wintergreen mints. This may or may not be my fault. She might also be in constant need of a back scratch. This is probably my fault.

One time Hannah fell asleep on me. Despite this she will not let me sleep on her, I figure it's gonna happen anyways.

Hannah also ties my shoes for me which is nice because I like making people tie my shoes.

I like Hannah.

In fact the more I think about things to say about Hannah the more I realize I will probably accidentally tackle hug her.

There you have it. The Hannah I never knew, The Hannah I almost forgot, and The Hannah I can't wait to see again.

*You guys know Sasha. I'm positive I've mentioned her a few times...

Throwback Saturday (I know that isn't a thing shutup)

I've been neglecting to tell you faithful readers a good story so let's go back in time!

The family is out on a roadtrip, since I was around two or three at the time I don't remember where. We stopped for gas and the majority of the car went to use the restroom. All that remained was me and my brothers, Matt and RJ. Matt was so engrossed in his gameboy I'm not even sure if he knew we had stopped. A minute or so passes and RJ says he needs to use the bathroom. (At least I'm 60% sure he does. It was a while back) He leaves and it's just Matt and I.

Slowly, the car fills back up. My Dad finishes with the gas, my sister and my mom come back bladders empty. We're all set to leave, so we do. We exit the lot and get back on the road. Innocently I ask...

"What about RJ?"

A quick glance in the rear view mirror shows a panicked RJ chasing after the van. Feel free to add a piece of toilet paper stuck to his shoe to enhance the image.

Thankfully for RJ, I remembered he exists. Also there was a lot of traffic so he probably could have caught us.

That's all I got for now!

Just one. I'm a few, no family, too. Who am I?

So let's talk Orphan Black.

If you're a regular reader than you know I watch a lot of television. You also know that every once in awhile I absolutely fall head over heels in love with a show. You also know that most of the shows I love are over. So with Warehouse 13 heading into it's final six episodes in 2014 I needed something to soften the blow. I found that something in Orphan Black.

Now I admired Warehouse 13 for several reasons, and one of those reasons is the phenomenal cast. What you say if I told you two thirds of Orphan Black's own phenomenal cast is one Tatiana Maslany?

I got 99 problems and they are all Tatiana Maslany. No really. You don't understand...

Orphan Black is a show about clones. Yes clones. The show follows Sarah Manning (Played by Tatiana Maslany), a small time con woman who is trying to ditch her old life to run off with her foster brother Felix and her daughter Kira. One fateful night Sarah runs into to a woman who looks exactly like her, before she can question it, the woman jumps in front of a train. Sarah sees this as an opportunity to pull off the last job she needs to get away.

She learns the woman's name, Elizabeth Childs (Played by Tatiana Maslany), and though on the outside it looks as if Beth had the perfect life Sarah learns the rabbit hole goes way deeper than she could ever imagine. As she digs deeper she meets Katja Obinger (Played by Tatiana Maslany) but she gets shot like right after she shows so who cares, Allison Hendrix (Played by Tatiana Maslany), and Cosima Niehaus (Just guess).

I haven't even listed all the clones yet but I think you get my point right?

So why should you be watching this show?

Well is the storyline about clones isn't cool enough for you then feel free to marvel how Tatiana can pour a glass of wine for Tatiana while Tatiana watches.

Maybe for some reason you don't think Tatiana is the most adorable little Canadian ever (Maybe Ellen Page is more your speed which I completely get so go read my last post)

Well there is Felix sass. A lot of it.

And if for some ungodly reason you still don't feel like giving this show your time well...WHY NOT?

ACTION MYSTERY HUMOR CLONES?????

WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE WANT FROM ME???

Beyond Needing

Hey! I'm back! Physical keyboard with clicky keys and all. Man it's nice to have a laptop let me tell ya...

Anywho, I just got to say it's a horrible time to be a gamer with no money. Because this is an awesome year for games. What with all the next gen consoles and last hurrah games coming out everywhere.

My main issue with this whole video game business is I never jumped on the next gen train. I mean, I've got a PlayStation 2, a Wii, and a DSi. Yeah they don't really make cool games for those anymore. I've been fine with that for a while. Steam is there for me if I want a game and I could always mess around on my brother's Xbox if I really wanted to. Of course all good things must come to an end, and they did by way of mail.

Enter Game Informer. My brother subscribes to it and it's always fun to flip around and look at games before he can actually read the thing. Normally nothing really catches my eye. I mean there was Skyward Sword and Quantum Conundrum but that was an easy fix.

It started with The Last of Us.

A super realistic zombie apocalypse with an ultra-rad adopted daughter complex going on?

Hell yeah.

It's unfortunately a PS3 exclusive so that dream was shot pretty quickly. I promised myself I'd keep an eye on it though. A few months later, however, The Last of Us crawled out of it's grave and this time it brought a friend.

So what do you get when you take Ellen Page, angst, amazing graphics, and a pinch of supernatural what-now?

Beyond: Two Souls

don't even look at me

Yeah they basically put everything I could ever want in a game...IN A GAME!

So what's the catch then? That's right. PS3 ONLY.

So I guess this means I'm going to move on then.

 No really...I can't afford this I need to move on...

I can't

stop

GOD DAMMIT I NEED THIS.

1 Bread and 1/4 Cup Fruit

So apparently bread is a standard unit of measurement? I was eating an apple turnover and there in the nutritional facts was this message:

Contains 1 Bread and 1/4 Cup Fruit

Which I thought was just kinda weird. In fact I would have written it off as a joke if I hadn't decided to examine my bag of pancakes later on.

Yes. You read that correctly. My bag of pancakes

Maple Bursting? I thought they were kinda bland...

Ignoring the fact that such a thing exists and what that says about society, there on the back was this

Contains the Equivalent of 2 Bread

So I guess that's it. Bread is a standard unit of measurment. Clearly.

Have your own crazy bread equivalent stories? Cool. Tell me 'em.

i know you are out there russian audience

The Relay Team

Swim season is officially over now that I've made my way to state and back. But in reality it's just begun.

You see, our little quest for state got me thinking...there just aren't enough swimming movies out there...

The idea came to me while at a swim meet. My relay team, two freshmen and two seniors needed to drop six seconds to make a state cut. We came from a school that was more about IB and academics then sports. It all just seemed like the plot to another "based on a true story" tale. So I figured, why not make it one?

I know, I have a million and one stories planned out but this is one that I really want to see soon. I lived it. I don't even have to stretch the drama much because we didn't even make a state cut till the last meet anyways.

So I'll write the book and pray it get's picked up by someone who see's it's big screen potential. And the second they do, I'll have a swim team to call up.

Because there is no way I'd want to see it without them.

Thunderbird and The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Collection of Events

Alternate Blog Post Title: A Series of Unfortunate Events

So I turned 15 back in January. I proceeded to break my iPod. And then a bunch of other kinda sucky things happened.

Dang it. This was supposed to be a really angry post. I'm too passive aggressive for this crap. I am Canada.

Today I spilled soda on my homework. Which really just...blergehgekjshdkashdk

That's alright though. I've got a pretty big ray of light shining through the clouds in that my relay made state!

Woo swimming!

I know what all you seasoned readers are thinking "Hey didn't you quit swimming like forever ago?"

Yes. But I was kinda sorta forced on to the high school team and well, as it turns out my competitive edge was never REALLY dull.

I will really attempt to update this blog more often...jeesh....

LATE BREAKING NEWS

We have just received word that Mr. Numbers brother, Mr. Texty, has taken charge of Thunderbird Productions Communications branch.

Last week the former chairman Mr. Poundkey, who replaced the beloved Mr. Numbers earlier this year, got into a horrid accent. He was still able to work but everyone was in agreement that a replacement needed to be sought. Today we have a confirmation that Mr. Texty has filled that spot.

"I'm going to try and run this branch the same way my brother did, because his methods were extremely effective and that's what this company needs." Mr. Texty said in his announcement speech earlier today. Everyone at Thunderbird productions is delighted to hear that Mr. Texty has taken charge and it is rumored that Thunderbird herself never really liked Mr. Poundkey that much anyways.

So I broke my phone. I dropped it and the screen cracked. It was still functioning, just extremely hard to read. The screen was also progressively getting worse, so I needed a new one fast.

I got my old phone, just a new version of it. It's blue instead of green, but it works the same and I'm in love.

I say farewell to my old phone's habit of butt dialing and hello to my habit of accidentally sending texts to twitter.

And That's What You Missed On...

ME!

Okay, I've been absent from the blogosphere. But I don't want you all thinking I left for Tumblr.

Because I've actually been kinda absent THERE too.

And if you pay attention to my handy little Twitter thingy, you'd see i've been missing there as well.

So if I was not on the internet (because let's face it there is no chance I was on Facebook) where in the world was I?

The short answer is, I got busy. I was on tech crew for my school's production of Sweeney Todd. That sucked up two weeks of my life essentially. Not to mention several Tuesdays before hand. I'm still working on catching up from that lack of sleep so my late night ramblings have been decidedly left out.

I'm here now though, and do I have a story?
Mmmmmrph....sort of no, sort of yes.
I have lots of interesting things that happened, but a nice story? Not really.

For instance, today I thought I was being robbed.

I had just gotten out of the shower and was all wrapped up in my towel when I heard the doorbell. I figured my dad would get it so I continued to be an extremely slow person. I assumed it was my friend Sophia, and then I realized it was almost seven and there was no way Sophia would be coming over now. Out of curiosity I left the bathroom (Still covered in my towel) and went to my room to peek through the blinds. I looked and to my great surprise, there was no one there. I heard a knock and so I panicked and ran back across the hall into the bathroom. I closed the door just in time, for the second I closed that door, someone else opened the laundry room door. They called for Rebbecca or someone, said hello a few times, before finally leaving. I listened to the car start and drive away.

When I calmed down enough, I ran back to my bedroom and got dressed. Now fully clothed I headed to the laundry room to...I don't know, look for clues I guess.

On the floor was a green reusable bag. Inside was food.

I was confused and proceeded to send a mildly panic-y text to a friend.

Later I discovered it was a friend of my neighbor's who had the wrong house.


SEE?

NOT AWESOME STORY.

And The Winner Is...

So today I set out to chase the bus again.

Well no, that's not exactly true.

You see, I had just said farewell to Sam as she got on the bus and I was talking to my other friends Erin and Katie, waiting for the bus to leave.

However, mid-sentence I was cut off by the honk of a horn. Looking up I saw the bus driver looking right at me. He pointed ahead of him.

He was making sure I was ready for the race.

And so race I did. When the bus reached the stoplight the bus driver opened the door and said quite plainly

"You win."

As the bus drove away I saw Sam staring at me out the window, shaking her head lightly.

Sorry Sam. I don't think I could stop now even if I wanted to.

Bus Hero

So this week I've been getting in a little extra exercise.

I have been chasing my friend Sam's bus, bus 130, as it leaves school.

It started out as a joke between me and Sam. But today I think it might be something more.

On every other day I've been chasing it, someone chased it with me. Today however, I was alone.

I stood outside the bus waiting for it to leave. I keep hearing cheers and people were raising their hands which gave me the impression bus 130 was different from my old bus 22-11.* When it finally got going I walked along side it. The bus sped up and I jogged with it.

Suddenly it stopped.

I was used to this. It takes the bus awhile sometimes to pull out of the lane and onto the street.

It started again. I followed.

The bus stopped. I stopped.

The bus speeds up and I'm running to catch up as soon as I do, the bus stops again.

I look over and see the bus driver laughing. All the kids are watching me through the window. My little joke with Sam has gained some attention.

The bus speeds up for the final time and I run with it till it reaches the stoplight. Of course, the light was red so I got to stand there as a bus full of kids cheered me on and waved. A few of them even knew my name it seems because as the light turned green they called it out as they passed.

I wonder what they'll think when I do it again on Monday.



*That actually didn't surprise me. Bus 22-11 was pretty crazy. But that's another post...

Log

I made a Vacation Log.

Log
Friday

3:43pm: Bought an angry birds puzzle eraser. It had a lot of pieces.

4:10pm: Saw a groundhog. It was eating plant life. No one else found this cool.

4:25pm: Radio Disney possessed the XM radio. Changed the channel and then changed it back, baseball game is back on now. Weird.

4:28pm: Saw a dog that looked like Trailer. It wasn't Trailer.

4:55pm: The carpet at the airport is water and rocks. I've given up trying to figure out why.

5:03pm: Finally moving towards the condo. I hit my head getting back into the car.

5:21pm: Saw a truck for transporting livestock. It had cattle in it. Reminded me of Animal Farm, which reminded me it was in the car on the way to the condo two years ago I read that.

5:26pm: The GPS told us to drive 44 miles on I-44. I giggled.

5:36pm: Semi cut us off. He then continued to slam on his breaks five times before driving normally. No "How's my driving?" Number to call.

5:45pm: Another semi cut us off. Writing my will in case I die.

5:48pm: Saw a unicorn. Or a white horse. It was far away.

5:55pm: Shifted so I am sprawled across the whole back seat. Not as comfy as I was expecting.

6:15pm: Reached the point where I am really bored, but too lazy to find something to do. A nap sounds nice.

6:44pm: Fell asleep. Need to pee

6:58pm: Sports bar is loud and smokey. I'm confused.

7:25pm: Clock in here is fifteen minutes fast. I noticed this earlier, just now awake enough to log it.

7:30pm: Overheard "Who's your friend over there? Is he sad. He looks sad."

7:43pm: Claw machine is calling my name. I wish I had some quarters.

7:56pm: The siblings arrive!

8:50pm: Nothing interesting has happened this hour. Interesting...

8:55pm: Strategies for Amazing Race shopping are being made.

9:04pm: Karaoke started at the bar. Promptly we got up and left.

9:10pm: The water looks really cool at night. I mean in terms of temp but I guess it's sort of awesome too.

9:14pm: Two Door Cinema Club likes lasagna.

9:16pm: License plate says SCARAB. Heh...

9:25pm: We won the shopping amazing race. People are amused by our game.

9:32pm: There is a Star Wars magazine. Why?

9:48pm: Here. Finally.

Saturday

11:34am: Lazy morning is up. On our way to Laser Tag

11:51am: At the place. It smells like wood.

12:44pm: Finished up. Dr. Pepper reins supreme.

12:45pm: I hit my head getting into the car again. Now to a place where I can do nothing. Woo.

12:59pm: It's almost 1.

1:00pm: It's 1.

1:08pm: Stayed and waited to find out number one on the alt 18. It was Muse. Figures.

1:13pm: Lady with crazy red fake eyelashes. I'm the only one that has noticed.

2:15pm: We sat outside. My soul is numb.

5:09pm: Ate lunch. Went to the arcade. Broke two machines. Won a giant banana.

12:08am: Bed

Sunday

12:58pm: I saw some deer. I've also realized I am terrible at keeping logs.

1:34pm: WATCH OUT! We got a snazz master over here! (It's me. I'm the snazzy one.)

1:40pm: Waitress told me my hat is cool. I know.

2:45pm: "We could put on a play. There's a stage..." Yeah Matt. We could.

3:20pm: Clubbed my ear with the car door by mistake. Beginning to think I have a problem getting into cars.

5:19pm: WE FINISHED THE PUZZLE AND I PUT IN THE LAST PIECE SO HA

6:08pm: Karen saw the deer I spotted earlier. I said nothing.

7:11pm: I need to pee.

7:42pm: No serious. I really need to pee.

8:00pm: HOME!

THAT WAS MY WEEKEND

Ouch

I lost it.

I figured it would happen sooner or later. I expected it would suck. I didn't expect it would suck this much.

I had to leave the Warehouse 13 roleplay. I was never on and it just wasn't fair to the others.

I guess what really adds power to the punch is that I lost my tie to the fandom. Before, there was no reason for anyone to remember little parkitcharlie. Sometimes I made a funny post, but nothing ever got much attention.

Although now that I think about it...no one minded the roleplay either. Perhaps I'll have to find another way.

Then again maybe I already have.

poorlydrawnwereherse.

Maybe if I stop screwing around with my time I can keep this one.

Time management is the name if the game.
And I am the worst player.

It happened

You know those people on the internet who you always see people asking advice from?

That was me just now.

Someone came

To me.

They told me first of all in a rather long message about how much they loved my blog, and them they asked me for advice.

I'm walking on clouds.