Friday, July 30, 2010

Classy is my middle name. Oh, wait, no. It's AWESOME.

Last evening, Rolleigh (sorry it's not spelled RALEIGH like I thought) on arm chair, FoodBuddy in couch next to me, small beast child fighting a bear somewhere in the nearby forests, Cousin doing something weird because he's a boy and possibly doesn't eat or shower anymore, and myself writing fanfiction in couch corner:

Me: *puts computer down, brushes off, and begins to walk out of the living room*

FoodBuddy: (urgent tone) Where are you going???

Me: *smiles* I have to pee.

FoodBuddy: *speechless*

Me: *laugh laugh laugh* You asked.

FoodBuddy: Well, I thought you might be getting something to eat or something. *I imagine her sighing here*

Me: *laughs*

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Mere minutes ago, the house (which is one level and technically a trailer, but a very nice one at that) is dark with only a few lights on and a TV or two, FoodBuddy in bed a few feet away from me, who is at the computer looking at pictures on Flickr and typing on blog, Cousin in room a couple yards or meters or whatever the metric system is too sherminenemenem... *mushroom cloud appears over head* Cousin playing drums:

FoodBuddy: You want some pudding? *shows me half eaten chocolate pudding*

Me: Nooo, but I'll go see if Cousin wants some. *leaves room and walks over to the room with the light on that Cousin is playing drums in* Hey, you want some pudding? It's your mom's pudding... *laughs in head at the "your mom's pudding"*

Cousin: Uh, no. I don't want any pudding.

Me: Yes you do! *puts pudding cup on drum* You want pudding! Yes, you want pudding!

Cousin: No I don't! I don't want pudding!

Me: *runs away from room to safety of computer* YOU WANT PUDDING YOU WANT PUDDING YOU WANT PUDDING! HAHAHAHA! YOU WANT PUDDING!

FoodBuddy: What? I'll eat the pudding if no one else wants it...

Me: *retells the story to FoodBuddy*

FoodBuddy: Oh. Okay.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Google can drink Yahoo under the table.

"Today I typed 'bears are' into Yahoo and got 'bears are us'. Moderately cool. Google gave me 'bears are godless killing machines', 'bears are eating the sun' and 'bears are made from pine needles'. Once again, clear winner. MLIA.
#2245266 Comments: 86 Vote: average 470 meh 105"

I got this from MLIA, which is also in the sidebar to the right -->, today and thought I should share it with you. If you want to see it in person, go here. And yes, this is my second post in a day.

PS: I agree with the notion that bears are eating the sun and they're made from pine needles.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Just DON'T drop the Kleenex. For the love of God, DON'T.

I went on another vacation. Well, technically, I'm still on it, but I just wanted to warn you. Don't worry, it'll be funnier this time.

So anyways (flips hair) the trip has been pretty top notch so far. There are plenty of cupcakes, I got a new book (Linger - I have a little countdown widget for it down at the bottom of this here page and the book is FRICKEN AWESOME by the way), and I have a crappy nice-ish bike that doesn't have working brakes so I can't go up or down hills has full tires. It's pretty swank.

The trip up here (here is Montana) was quite eventful. I had to wake up at 4:30 in the morning. I wish I could say "haha just kidding! No I didn'y, I woke up whenever I felt like it!" but I can't. If you're waking up that early, don't even go to sleep. Just stay awake the entire night because you'll only get 2 hours of sleep anyways, anticipating the waking up part and the road trip and trying to force yourself into sleep by thinking about mundane things like grass and parasitic ants. Trust me on this. Along with the waking up, I actually got to see the sunrise for the second time in the last ten or something years because I haven't woken up that early since first grade, I think. So yeah the sunrise was really cool. Then I tried to sleep which really doesn't work out sitting straight up in a minivan, contrary to popular belief. After, we ate McDonald's for breakfast because who knew there wasn't a cozy little breakfast place open at 7AM in the middle of Wyoming on a Tuesday? Not us, that's for sure. When I was finished eating and trying to sleep again, everything got pretty hazey and next thing I know we're broken down. I really don't mind roadtrips for some reason; in fact, I love them and that also means I don't care if we have to be stationary on the side of a road for 20 minutes. I really don't.

BUT THEN we had to face our tow truck and weird cab-type guy. Believe me, these guys just screamed SKETCHY BUSINESS. The guy who was giving my aunt, cousin, demon cousin, and myself a ride to the auto shop was the epitome of scary. He had tattoos of things like a partially nude chick and flaming cards on his arms and a Las Vegas bowling shirt (the ones that Charlie Sheen wears on the worst show on television, or 2 and a half men) with MORE flaming cards. His hair was dyed platinum blonde and sort of spiked up. He looked like he was 45 and he was on the chunkier side. Oh, it gets better. In his car was a Mexican blanket and a purple bunny on the floor. The other guy, though... he was almost funny. When he was attaching the van to the tow-thing, he was cracking. Cracking. Not an innocent little "whoopsy doodle, I better pull up my pants" crack, but a "I am full out showing you my butt crack and I really don't care. The breeze doesn't bother me at all." And on the back of his tow truck was a picture of a naked lady holding a towel up with a look of horror on her face that said "SNEAK ATTACK" to the side. Once you got past that, though, it was kind of funny watching the butt crack guy unabashedly walk around and pick things up.

When we were on the road again, things were going pretty well. We had a Cadillac from the nineties and two portbale DVD players for the demon child to be satiated. If you read the post before this, then you might have picked up that the aunt, cousin, and demon I'm tlaking about are the same from This is why you shouldn't let January out of the house. Oh, and we were riding with the scary nurse-professor that gave me dirty looks, too. It was her car and everything. Good times.

Then nightfall was bestowed upon us. Demon child was getting antsy and it was geting harder and harder to calm her down. I was still very loopy from my lack of sleep and found things that weren't funny hilarious. It was pretty awesome. I was laughing at scenarios in my head where I twirled a mustache and snuck up no somebody and they screamed like a girl. Then I would giggle without anything holding me bak and I'm pretty sure Cousin thought I was crazy. He was looking at me very suspiciously, but hey! He started laughing, too. When demon child was screaming and crying, attempting to escape from her car seat, I came up with a brilliant plan. Kleenex mustache. It was genius. Why wouldn't somebody laugh at a mustache that was a Kleenex? So I grabbed a hankey and twisted it in the middle and held it up to my face, trying not to laugh so hard I peed. It calmed her down, if not confusing her into tranquility, and Cousin started laughing hysterically as well as I. I started to laugh at scenarios in my head again, thinking about waiting until Cousin was looking away and outting my face 2 centimeters from his and muttering "Is this seat taken???" in a gravelly voice. It was a real knee slapper. I would try to talk but it would come out as "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWhaaaahahahahat HAHAHAHA eeeefffImeean iffff HAHAHAHAHAHA I wuuuuuzzz allllike HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 'Isssth HAHAHAHA thisss HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

I wasn't at my most productive, obviously.

Demon child found it pretty funny, too, and so when she started laughing at me, I shouted, "I MADE HER LAUGH! I WIN FOREVER! NINE MILLION POINTS FOR ME!"  because that's what I do.

Once all was calm again, we managed to make it back to the nurse professor's house and get into our car and make it back to our house all by late midnight.