"One Follower"? I have followers (well, follower...)? I can has loyal subjects, please? *puts on purple robe and a big frenning crown* Bow to me, loyal subjects! I demand horses and fine linens and perfumes and cookies.
Wait... I said frenning again. OH! My loyal subject is Bethy? Bethy? Who is Bethy? .... Ooh, that's probably Bes'la.... My loyal subject is Bes'la? *sigh* Bes'la isn't going to bring me horses and fine linens and perfumes... she might bring me cookies, though.
Hey! That's twice in a row I spelled "cookies" right!
Now, wait... I know there was a reason I started blogging, and loyal subjects wasn't one of them...
OH! English essay. Because blogging helps me write my English papers.
So apparently I have to write a summary of this one essay. Okay, sure, why not.
Dude, I hate English. I totally do. Essays are the work of the devil. Cave paintings, I'm telling you, dude... we need to go back to cave paintings! I would draw a stick figure housewife cleaning up, and I'd be done.
Well. I tell you what, I started this blog at 2:00. It is now 4:45, and I have written two and a half sentences. I'm so gonna flunk...
30 September, 2008
29 September, 2008
Blah, episode two.
Okay, so here's me fighting with my English paper again. I have to write something about Simone de Beauvoir's book, The Second Sex. *shrug* I'm supposed to have an opinion on it, I guess. My opinion is that the small bit I read was funny. I liked the story examples. *shrug* Just... funny.
But anyway. I'm supposed to say whether I agree or disagree, then back up my agreement or disagreement with some examples or something. So, anyway. First thing I'm doing is finding out when she wrote it. 1949. Okay. Now I need to know where she's from. France. Okay, so we're working with a feminist from 1949 France. That's different than if she were in 1999 America. Next step... let's find out what life was like for women in 1949 France.
Hm. There doesn't seem to be one page about women in 1949 France. Okay, well, I can figure out what was going on in France in 1949, at least.
Well. Apparently nothing happened. Okay. We'll back it up a bit and say the general 1940s, then. Uh... World War 2.
Nothing. Well. Okay. I guess France didn't exist in the 1940s. Fine then! I'll just write my paper uninformed.
Of course... there is the college resource thing. It lists tons of articles and stuff. Maybe I can find some different stuff in there...
Hey! An article! That sounds promising. "I'm not just a housewife". Interesting. Let's read that.
.... Hey.... let me read it! *hits computer* I AM a student, you moron! I am logged in! HEY! *shouts* HEY!!
But anyway. I'm supposed to say whether I agree or disagree, then back up my agreement or disagreement with some examples or something. So, anyway. First thing I'm doing is finding out when she wrote it. 1949. Okay. Now I need to know where she's from. France. Okay, so we're working with a feminist from 1949 France. That's different than if she were in 1999 America. Next step... let's find out what life was like for women in 1949 France.
Hm. There doesn't seem to be one page about women in 1949 France. Okay, well, I can figure out what was going on in France in 1949, at least.
Well. Apparently nothing happened. Okay. We'll back it up a bit and say the general 1940s, then. Uh... World War 2.
Nothing. Well. Okay. I guess France didn't exist in the 1940s. Fine then! I'll just write my paper uninformed.
Of course... there is the college resource thing. It lists tons of articles and stuff. Maybe I can find some different stuff in there...
Hey! An article! That sounds promising. "I'm not just a housewife". Interesting. Let's read that.
.... Hey.... let me read it! *hits computer* I AM a student, you moron! I am logged in! HEY! *shouts* HEY!!
07 September, 2008
Runaway Train!
Here's a question. Why is it that when you're near someone you really like (I mean like like), your brain shuts down and your mouth takes over? Why? Every single time! It's ridiculous.
See, I don't flirt. I just don't. I play video games with guys. That's my flirting. For some reason or another, though, someone took over my brain today and decided to make me flirt. It's the drasted gremlins, I tell you! I know it was them! They laid their eggs in my ears, and now they're in my head!
'cause see, there's this guy I like. I mean lots. (I was informed by my friend that I've "got it bad".) And he showed up today after church for the dinner thing we were having, and BLIMEY did he ever look cute in his tie. I mean, normally he's a shorts-and-flip-flops guy, which is hot in itself, but this was a different sort of tidy hot. And the gremlins decided that I wouldn't remain invisible, and that he would totally notice me before I'd leave. Some time after dinner, my friend was bugging me that she was bored and wanted to go, but the gremlins wouldn't let me leave. So I marched over to his table and sat down across from him (so I wasn't being so obvious as sitting next to him, but he could still see me), and I just started cracking jokes. I don't remember specifically what I said, but I mean I sounded.... confident? Don't know where that came from. At one point I had him laughing over something stupid.
The weirdest thing was I said something to someone else that was slightly funny, and he looked over at me and smiled, so I returned the smile in a kind of "Thank you, I'll be here all week" kind of smile, then went back to my business. But he didn't stop looking and smiling! I mean, it wasn't like a stare, but he was totally looking longer than a normal look. I mean, I thought he was looking, but I might be reading too much into it... *shrug*
He was being all goofy playing on the Wii, and I got out my camera and filmed him jumping around trying to figure out how to do a right hook. It was quite entertaining. So when he finally sat down, tired from playing, I got up, leaned over his shoulder, and showed him the video. He thought it was funny. So I kinda walked off, said "This is going on Facebook!" and nudged him on the shoulder. Yeah. I mean, not like a creepy sensual *shoulder touch*, but I definitely touched him. Which is freaky for me, 'cause normally when I like a guy, I can't even look straight at him.
It's the drasted gremlins, they hijacked my brain, I tell you!
(Don't tell him, but I hope the gremlins don't leave...)
See, I don't flirt. I just don't. I play video games with guys. That's my flirting. For some reason or another, though, someone took over my brain today and decided to make me flirt. It's the drasted gremlins, I tell you! I know it was them! They laid their eggs in my ears, and now they're in my head!
'cause see, there's this guy I like. I mean lots. (I was informed by my friend that I've "got it bad".) And he showed up today after church for the dinner thing we were having, and BLIMEY did he ever look cute in his tie. I mean, normally he's a shorts-and-flip-flops guy, which is hot in itself, but this was a different sort of tidy hot. And the gremlins decided that I wouldn't remain invisible, and that he would totally notice me before I'd leave. Some time after dinner, my friend was bugging me that she was bored and wanted to go, but the gremlins wouldn't let me leave. So I marched over to his table and sat down across from him (so I wasn't being so obvious as sitting next to him, but he could still see me), and I just started cracking jokes. I don't remember specifically what I said, but I mean I sounded.... confident? Don't know where that came from. At one point I had him laughing over something stupid.
The weirdest thing was I said something to someone else that was slightly funny, and he looked over at me and smiled, so I returned the smile in a kind of "Thank you, I'll be here all week" kind of smile, then went back to my business. But he didn't stop looking and smiling! I mean, it wasn't like a stare, but he was totally looking longer than a normal look. I mean, I thought he was looking, but I might be reading too much into it... *shrug*
He was being all goofy playing on the Wii, and I got out my camera and filmed him jumping around trying to figure out how to do a right hook. It was quite entertaining. So when he finally sat down, tired from playing, I got up, leaned over his shoulder, and showed him the video. He thought it was funny. So I kinda walked off, said "This is going on Facebook!" and nudged him on the shoulder. Yeah. I mean, not like a creepy sensual *shoulder touch*, but I definitely touched him. Which is freaky for me, 'cause normally when I like a guy, I can't even look straight at him.
It's the drasted gremlins, they hijacked my brain, I tell you!
(Don't tell him, but I hope the gremlins don't leave...)
01 September, 2008
Drast Microsoft Word...
I'm having an argument with Microsoft, and I'm losing. It's correcting my grammar! MINE! Why is it doing that? I mean, there I am, happily hitting my stride in this frenning English paper I have to write, and then this wobbly green line pops up under my sentence and says "This sentence is a fragment. Please consider rewriting it." I'm looking at this sentence upways and downways (and inventing new words while I'm at it), and I don't see how it's a fragment.
Don't tell anyone, but I'm trying to diagram the sentence (aw crap, it DID come in handy...). It's fine! *sigh* Don't get smart with me, Word! I am human, you are machine! Bow to me!
Well, I added a comma to the first part of the sentence, and it seems to have fixed the problem. That was just weird. But... but... but there's too many commas, man! It didn't NEED one!
Aw, crap, that does look better.
Now, come on. Since when did my word programs suddenly get smarter than me? This is stupid. I mean, how does it know the difference between subject and verb, anyway? Seriously, is it diagramming this as I'm typing?
Oh, and just now, I had to use spell check on "diagramming". Who knew there were two M's? Why is it the machines know more about grammar and spelling than humans? It didn't used to be this way. Heck, in the past, you'd take a piece of chalk, draw a buffalo being hunted, and that meant... well... that a buffalo was hunted. Nothing complicated about that. No rules, no spelling... just a picture of a buffalo. Can we go back to those days?
Pardon me. I need to go fix my document. Word is telling me I'm using too many comma splices, stop using so much slang, stand up straight, don't slouch in your seat, don't slurp your soup, and give all your money to Bill Gates. Yessir, Mr Word, sir.
Don't tell anyone, but I'm trying to diagram the sentence (aw crap, it DID come in handy...). It's fine! *sigh* Don't get smart with me, Word! I am human, you are machine! Bow to me!
Well, I added a comma to the first part of the sentence, and it seems to have fixed the problem. That was just weird. But... but... but there's too many commas, man! It didn't NEED one!
Aw, crap, that does look better.
Now, come on. Since when did my word programs suddenly get smarter than me? This is stupid. I mean, how does it know the difference between subject and verb, anyway? Seriously, is it diagramming this as I'm typing?
Oh, and just now, I had to use spell check on "diagramming". Who knew there were two M's? Why is it the machines know more about grammar and spelling than humans? It didn't used to be this way. Heck, in the past, you'd take a piece of chalk, draw a buffalo being hunted, and that meant... well... that a buffalo was hunted. Nothing complicated about that. No rules, no spelling... just a picture of a buffalo. Can we go back to those days?
Pardon me. I need to go fix my document. Word is telling me I'm using too many comma splices, stop using so much slang, stand up straight, don't slouch in your seat, don't slurp your soup, and give all your money to Bill Gates. Yessir, Mr Word, sir.
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