The Post Of Life~

This blog looked like it needed a post. And I needed to get my thoughts straight. So, you'll now have the opportunity to see what my plans for later in life are.

College: For the first year, I'll either go to Wake Forest University down south, or directly to England for college. Of course, I could always go to Wake Forest for year one, then use their...what's it called, exchange...thing? The name slips my mind. Anyway, they have a house in England, where I can go to study for a year. My grandpa wants me to go to college in Edinburgh. Maaaaybe. I want to be close to London, and at the least a bus ride away. The most, IN London. Oh yeah, and Lydia wants to come with me.

Studies: I want to be an author. Ha, big surprise. :3 I plan to publish my first book in the next few years or so, but with the first book you never really know, until...well, it's published. I'll continue doing that, but I may want to get a Doctor's degree in English, or maybe Physics. I do love Physics. It's complicated. Well, anywhat (I'm making it my goal to say that more often. There's anyway, and some people say anywho, but I feel anywhat should be a word), after college...

After College: I'll save up my money, then share a flat with Thalia, Mir, and if she wants to Lydia, in, like, the central of London. And...now, this's just a little...recent fantasy of mine, but...I want a penthouse. X3 They're just so cool. We can trade the flat for the penthouse when we're all successful. What do you say, guys? We'd have to be really good with money, buuut...I want by penthouse. Most definitely. I don't wanna live in, like, New York or Los Angeles or any big bling bling city like that. Just doesn't excite me. I wanna live in a city like London or Seattle or...does Cleveland have penthouses? Meh. It's like a smart thing. There are smart people in those cities. Not that there aren't smart people in the cities mentioned earlier, it's just...I dunno. I wanna be different.

Career: Author. And I wanna gave my own big library. Maybe, it some time comes, or something happens, I want to be a movie editor. I'd have SO MUCH FUN.

Pets: Yes, pets. Guys, Twinkie's coming with me to college. Thalia, if you save up, you can have you P.W....if he's hypoallergenic. Cuz that's why we got Twinkie. I can direct you to a wonderful breeder...! You can get a mini P.W.!

All you people have cats. It's weird...but I like it, because when I go over to your houses I can pet a cat and see the joys of having one...without having one and sneezing like a nut case. I'm sorry, first I was talking about life now I'm talking about cats. Where was I?

Teachers at school recently gave us a writing prompt about if we would go to school for money, or quit school and work. I heavily confused me, so I plan to burn the paper come summer, because I already have a plan. When the teachers were talking about, like, our main goal being school or whatever now, I'm the odd one out and like "Err, I'm just getting through it all so I can go to college in Europe."
Even at sunday school, the nice sub (the first all year. He was really niiiice) started talking to us about life, and how we should always be good and make sure to go to confession lest we walks across the street and get run over my a beer truck ("Well that's be ironic") (Don't ask). Then, he asked us if we had plans in life. I shared mine, and everyone looked at me and said "EUROPE?" and I grinned and nodded.

(Fun Fact, one kid who was texting under the desk shared that he wanted to live in his parents' basement, and work at Micky D's (Yes, I plan to call it that now. It's...not like the name confuses me when I spell it...naw...). If That makes him happy...)

I dunno. The future can be confusing. And it'll be embarrassing if I post this, and next month the world ends due to that comment they've been talking about.

(Another Fun Fact, apparently the human race is supposed to be annihilated by 2016 from a rare disease!)

Oh, those silly Mayans and their prophecies.

Now, I want to know. What are YOUR plans? :D

Happy Day of Birthness Mar!~

Happy Birth Day Mar~ Hope all your birth day wishes come true! (Including this one. :D)

Hetalia Drabbles

Started writing these the other day, don't know why :3 I know, I'm spamming here, but whatever~

Um, the Bass World thing, it's....it's true. My pal Lydia and I are always ignored in our tiny bass section of the orchestra, and we really are thinking of opening up a store called "Corner Snacks". Anyway.

On the Hetalia-ness!

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Belarus kicked down the door with maniacal glee, holding the detached door knob in her hand.  “Oh Russia~!” she called happily.  “The door that was separating us is now gone! Let’s get married.”

But Russia was not in the room.  Belarus frowned and looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.  All she saw was a….Little Belarus?

“Yo,” Mirtil said, pulling a cleaver out of thin air.  “I’m Russia’s new bodyguard.  You are in violation of your restraining order.”

***

Screams rang through the haunted house as Mar, Mir, Lydia, and Thalia ran for their lives.  It wasn’t the zombies, decapitated bodies, blood, or vampires that had scared them.  No, they had laughed at all of that.  It was something far, far worse than anything else you would expect to find in a haunted house.

Poland frowned after the screaming girls.  “Like, what’s their problem?” he asked his pony.

The pony made a strange whiny noise in response.  When Poland turned away, its eyes flashed red.

***

“Yo, Iggy!” America shouted.

England sighed and turned around.  “What do you want, you git?”

The Land of the Free did his hero laugh.  “Just wanted to let you know that I’ll call you around 7:15 p.m. this Saturday to let you know the time and date France tells me for when all of the Allies are going to see the new Twilight movie!”

The next thing America knew, England was shaking him back and forth by his collar.  “Call me during Doctor Who,” he snarled, “and I’ll kill you.”

***

“No!  Not the hamburger!  Anything but the hamburger!”

China waved his wok threateningly.  “Then admit it, aru!” he roared.  Despite popular belief, China could be very scary when he wanted to.  “Admit that Hello Kitty is better than Superman!”

“I…I admit it!  Hello Kitty is better than Superman!  Now, spare the hamburger!”

Satisfied, China nodded at his accomplice.  Thalia took the blowtorch away from the McDonalds bag and tossed the heart attack in a wrapper to America, who ran far away, clutching his prize.

Thalia looked at China pointedly.  “You owe me lunch.”

***

Canada sighed and walked to the Corner of Rejection.  Everyone at the world meeting had forgotten about him.  Again.

To his surprise, there were already two girls sitting there, looking quite glum.

They waved at him.  “We’re Double Bass World,” one said.  “Population, two.  Our orchestra always forgets about us.”

“Ah,” Canada said.  He sat down next to them.  “I’m Canada.”

“Yes, we know who you are,” the other member of Double Bass World sighed.  She stared at him.  “Y’know, we’re thinking about opening a food business called Corner Snacks, for those who frequent the Corner of Rejection.  What do you think?”

“Well, as long as you have maple syrup, I guess it sounds like a good idea.”

Next time Canada visited that corner, Double Bass World had a food cart, including maple syrup.

***

Japan thought back to his first encounter with Switzerland, when he had been shocked at how different the other personified nation had been from his expectations.  He remembered how he had thought they would be dancing around in a mountain field, only to find out that Switzerland was the kind of person who would happily shoot Japan if he ever found out that that had been Japan’s idea of him.

‘I see now,’ Japan thought.  ‘I had him mistaken for Poland.’

“Stupid me!” he said, slapping himself lightly in the face.

Poland observed him with a bored expression.  His puffy dress bounced slightly as he cross his arms.  “So, like, are we gonna dance or not?”

Wa Wa World Ondo

Love. This. Song. SO MUCH

It makes me so incomprehensibly happy. I haven't even watched all of Paint it White (only, like, the first two minutes xD) but I still love this song.

MUST LEARN THIS DANCE. WHO'S WITH ME!?

Happy (Belated) Birthday Kallista!

WOOO HOOOOO!!!

I'm so, SO sorry I didn't get this to you on your actual birthday. Me and my family are horrible with that.

SO! Thalia said she was drawing a horse. I would draw a Seahorse, and Mir would draw a Skyhorse (MIR, GET WORKIN ON DAT!).

But I realized I couldn't draw the fish thing. Or a horse underwater in scubegear, for that matter.

SO! I drew a zebra/merman hybrid. With a mustache.

 

 (Aaah... tilt your head to the left. A little bit more. More...good! There's your picture!)

That's me with a flying monkey on my shoulder, wearing a stolen hat, with Kallista balloons, saying HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY KALLISTA!!, and that hybrid thing. 

THIS HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY HARRIET JONES, FORMER PRIME MINISTER.

(Yes, we know who you are)

I have to say, I love how the green swirly thing turned out.

Happy Birthday Kallista!

Happy birthday my dear Kallista! You're an amazing, wonderful, fantastic person. I know this isn't much, but I wanted you to know how much your friendship means to me.

Here's a drawing of a pony with a very fluffy pygmy monkey wearing a hat on the pony's head for you!

I wrote a story based off this for you as well!

Riding a Shetland pony was exciting, Kallista decided.

The thing was tiny – it barley came up to her waist.  But it was strong, and as soft as a cotton blanket.  The best part was the there was a tiny pygmy marmoset riding on the pony’s head.  It was even wearing a little hat!

“Sooo cuuute!”  Kallista grabbed the little monkey and cuddled it close to her face, dropping the reins of her pony.  The monkey made a funny chattering noise, waving its little arms in the air, and the pony made a noise that sounded suspiciously like “Wee-snaw.”

Kallista just laughed and cuddled the animals even more.

Her beloved Purple Poet, Octaboona Ambrosius, had arranged for her to take a ride on the Shetland today.  It was a great birthday gift.  For hours, Kallista had been riding her pony in huge circles around the field, laughing and pretending she was a pirate.  The small children gave her weird looks, but she just grinned and waved crazily before riding over to give them noogies.

Of course, it had been hard to get into the ring at all.  It was rather hard to find on her bike, and it had taken her half the day to get there.  Then there was the matter of sneaking past the police man out front.  Earlier that week, Kallista had stolen his doughnut and hijacked his police car.  It had resulted in him chasing her on her bike, shouting angrily.

But now she was here, and Kallista was very happy.  She took up the reins again and tried to turn her pony around in a little circle.  But the pony wasn’t having it.  In fact, it looked over its shoulder at Kallista and simply said “Ney” before turning towards the barn.

“Whoa!  Where are you going, pony?” Kallista asked in confusion, tugging on the reins.  The pony said “Ney” once more.  It continued toward the barn.

“Abandon ship!” Kallista screamed crazily.  She tried to get out of the saddle, but her foot got caught and she fell over awkwardly.  The monkey chattered in annoyance and poked her.  The pony dragged Kallista by her foot into the barn.  The doors of the barn slammed closed behind her, plunging Kallista into darkness.  The pony unhooked itself and trotted off.

“Hello everyone!” Kallista called cheerfully into the blackness.

Someone swore.  “Who let her know?”

“Not me!”

“Hey, stop hitting me!  I didn’t do it.”

“Roar!”

Kallista stoop up and titled her head, wondering who was actually there.  “Are we having a 

party?”

“Oh, screw this, where are the lights?”

“I’ll get them!”

“Oh God no, don’t touch tha-!”

The room exploded with bright lights.  Kallista screamed and pulled her banana gun out of her pocket, waving it around like a lunatic.  The shocked faces of her friends stood out in the flashing sparkles.  Fireworks streamed everywhere, popping loudly and smacking into people’s faces.  

When the last death rocket finally flew out a window, there was a soft click and the lights came 

on.

“I found the lights!” Mar said cheerfully.

Mir roared angrily.  “I’m gonna eat you!”

Mar ran for the hay stack as fast as she could, Mir hot on her heels.

“Is this a government conspiracy?” Kallista asked suspiciously, ignoring the insanity of her friends.

Octa smiled and walked over to hug her.  “Nope, it’s a birthday celebration!”

As soon as he said it, about ten people propelled down from the rafters on ropes, each bearing a cake.

“Happy birthday, Kallie!” Skyril, Lizzy, and Lenka chorused.

The called echoed around the room.

“Happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“Happy – Fred, stop eating the decorations – birthday!”

Kallista grinned, and ran around to give everyone noogies and hugs.  The Shetland pony she had been riding before came over and nudged Kallista.  She looked down and saw that it was holding a plate with a piece of cake on it for her in its teeth.

Kallista took the plate with a laugh, petting the pony’s head.

“Ney,” went the pony.

The monkey chatted in agreement.

Honhonhonhon~

Been watching too much Hetalia :D France has started influencing my laugh.

BUT ANYWAY~


Today is 11/11/11. Freaky, eh? In my fifth period math class, at 11:11 a.m., on the eleventh second of that minute, we all started cheering like lunatics because it was 11/11/11 11:11:11. My teacher just gave us an odd look and shook her head.

It. Was. AWESOME.