Awkward Question Game

I love the Awkward Question Game. It's effen hilarious if you're willing to be open enough. How do you feel about necropedobestiality? Depends on the species, of course!
Honestly, though, I haven't had a helluva a lot to talk about lately. Exhaustion, presenting presentations and general narcoleptic stuffs have ensued. I hate to whine, but I'm just damn bone-tired all the time lately. And there's so much to do. I have things to write, things to work on, things to read, games to play/finish, and I'm now trying to avoid the WASL by substituting my PSAT score. I actually just want to get out of Sande's math class...
On the other hand, being on the yearbook staff has allowed to see that I tied for best comedian and won both Most Likely to Become a Professional Gamer and Most Likely to Become a Novelist (With a staggering thirty-four votes! There's only forty or so people in the skool!) . That makes me very much happy.
~Scythe

In the darkest part of night...

I'm going to try World of Warcraft. Shame on me, I know. But... how can I resist? They used the word 'HORDE' I know that they don't mean 'horde' as in a dragon's, but still... too bad the internet sucks at this time. This just means I have to wait until the dark parts of the night when only the night owls linger in the forbidding ether of the spider's web. Then it should go reasonably fast.
Erm... Let's see... I guess nothing of real merit has happened to me really. Nothing I'd broadcast over the ether anyway. I got three shirts from Threadless (in Links column) and I'm happy to report that I might have them by the time I'm forcibly dragged to Florida. FLORIDA. I'd rather go to SakuraCon. And Scott Sigler's signing Infected on the fourth of April. SEATTLE, WHY DO YOU TAUNT ME SO?? Silly metro-natural Seattle is purposefully fucking with me. It's Spring Break, and things are happening. I COULD HAVE GONE TO SEATTLE, WHERE STUFF HAPPENS. But no. I get to go to...Florida.
Let's see... An oldish friend of mine who I hate has invited me to play D&D with his buddies. I'm tempted to take him up on his offer since Aaron's campaign hasn't gone anywhere since Meggles burned down a forest. I'm also tempted to ignore his offer completely because he's an ass hat. Decisions, decisions...
~DJ

Asplode.

Now, usually, this blog is more about venting while still being funny, but right now, I'm going to take a left turn to seriousness.
Religion is a big ticket debate among just about anybody. You're a what? That's stupid/silly/BS/poppycock. and things are no different at my house. Among the Roman Catholics I--a mostly open Pagan--feel like the sheep in the lion's den. I'll usually keep a lid on what I really think, especially at Youth Group that I have to go to. Sometimes, though, it really gets to be too much.
When I have to sit in church and hear about some guy who rises from the grave and tell people to eat flesh, the first thing I think: ZOMBIE! Isn't that almost the classic zombie? Rising from the dead and eating flesh? Or maybe more vampiric. Rising and drinking blood. After Jesus-man rose, all people saw him in was an ultra-dark cloak/rooms with no windows. Sorry for all you fundies out there, getting angry about this. If you want to get pissed about anything, how about this?-->Link<-- I think that's far more offensive than Zombie Jesus. COME ON. Cthulhu Jesus? REALLY?
I happen to think that all these Roman Catholics I am forced to deal with daily should leave me the hell alone. Why the hell does it matter if I go to your silly church? I don't make any of you come to my circle (seeing as I've only done one)!

In any case, I've got things to work on. Things to read. Things to write, relevant things. Hell, I have a project/paper due Tuesday, that I've hardly begun.
~DJ

Easter

Happy Zombie Jesus Day, all you creepy Christians. By the way, thanks for ruining Ostara for me. I had full intentions of doing some important rituals (ie; my first spell ever) today, but NOOOO. I have to spend all day with my creepy family that doesn't want to eat bread shaped like bunnies because they are shaped like bunnies. This is sickening. So, happy Zombie Jesus Day, all. Happy Zombie Jesus Day.
~DJ

I'm alive!

My mum knows. She didn't massacre me. I am much happy. But I have to do my project that I've put off for far too long... I hope Ned-sensei doesn't read this until after Tuesday, when it's done and amazing.
Errrrr. It's about the British Empire. Those crazy fuckers.
~DJ

Hair Cut.

Meggles did it. She cutted my hair. My mummy going to be pissed. Bollocks. Oh well. Here is my new smexy hair cut.
--->
In any case, here I am at Kibble's house... watching Japanese peoples do silly things... wow. Wow. Jumping on the trampoline is an Olympic sport. Too bad I'm past my prime in terms of the Olympics. Oh, wait, now a show about cheating partners. I like doing commentary on the Japanese shows. Men can wear thongs and black underwears on them. Is much epic/mildly creepy. Ew. I take it back. It's creepy. Cameras... don't belong in some places. I do believe a horrible, horrible image has been burned into my retinas.
~DJ

Tosuto

I must go to places to buy a toaster. Or maybe I won't. I'm awfully lazy. I may decide to near-nothing for a long time. Plus Awkward loaned me a bunch of FullMetal Alchemist stuff that I'm real eager to watch.
My family ate all my English muffins. Surprisingly, the English eat regular muffins too. They call them muffins. I wonder what they call English muffins. Maybe 'American muffins'? 'Those muffins'? I wished I cared enough to look. Or ask. Grah. I am much confused and tired.
~DJ

Houses

I don't know any publishing houses. I take that back. I know OF plenty, but concerning how to get my story in and NOT thrown straight into a slush pile, I am clueless.
And now for something completely different.
Meggles says she will cut my hair so I look like this
--->
It will be most epic.
And now...
It's.
Octopi babies!! They is more epic than even hats. I want to get them on a web cam and be able to watch them all the time. Like an octo stalker. ALL THE TIME...
Okay, Ned. So, I spent almost the entire day thinking about how RLA needs a toaster. Really. I want a toaster, because everyone knows that English Muffins taste WAYYY better when toasted. It's just not the same microwaving them.
~DJ

Straitjackets, huh?

Lalala. I'm thinking I'm insane. Not 'I can't believe I did that! I must be insane!' insane, but a scarier, deeper, 'Here's your pills and straitjacket. Your padded cell is the third down on the right.' insane. I should honestly be commited. I'm a danger to society.
Running around with bizarre books, wondering if satire religions are right, possibly believing that the only time you exist is when you're reading my blog...
~DJ

Dun.

It be done. Aaron is reading it.
O.o
I want to grab it away and run away. Somebody is reading it. AUUUUUUUUUUGH!!
~DJ

WILL FINISH

I'm set on it now. A certain somebody actually dared me to finiah the book tonight, and SO I AM. I can't turn down a challenge, and even though I'm blogging, I WILL FINISH BY THE TIME THE SUN RISES.
I've got approx. nine hours. Aaaaand.... Start!
~DJ

Durrrrrr...

I reeeeaaaalllly cannot write right now. You know, now that I need to. I MUST FINISH BOOK. I MUST FINISH BOOK.
Everybody is bothering me to blog that the septapus is preggers. I get it. The septapus is a skanky ho. I GET IT.
Dun dun dun... I'm wasting time... Lalala... Once my dad tells me to clean my room, I'll get inspiration. I know it for sure. Once I have to do something, I'd really rather do something else. My head doesn't like doing what it's told. It does this on purpose to me. SOMEBODY TELL ME TO DO SOMETHING ELSE AND MEAN IT!!
~DJ

Planes, trains and all that.

I am saving... for a car. Hooray, I've actually started! Okay, not really. What kind of person did you take me for? Mind you, I need to get a jump start on that.
So my DM, Aaron thinks I should sell one of my stories. I'm not so sure about it though. I mean, maybe I'll record one and get Podiobooks.com to broadcast it, but really, I don't know. I don't like any of my stuff well enough to display it to the world. I'm super paranoid about flamers.
After all, I'm certainly not the next Lovecraft, or Rowling. Hell, I failed the seventh grade writing WASL. I should hardly subject people to my stuff. I'm scared that if I try, my large intestine will leap straight up my neck and throttle my brain for life and intelligence across the web, similarly to the second worst poet in the universe.
I like my brain.
~DJ

Snip, snip, snip!

I cut my hair myself today. Bad move. I think I look like a stoner now. Especially so when I'm tired like I always am. No matter. That's what hats are for. Right?
~
I am so nervous about this damn WASL. I know I'm going to do badly. I only hope my PSAT scores were good enough to substitute for my hideous WASL scores. Ned and Stacey will probably kill me for bringing down the average. Maybe I should write that writing formula on my arm or something. It's not as if anybody would notice. I'm a ninja that way... right?
~
Wrong. I will fail, and Ned'll have to prove to the state of Washington that I am a competent writer and reader despite my scores.Damn damn damn damn. I think I'll go hang myself now.
~DJ

WASL

I hate, hate, hate, hate standardised tests. I can't do anything the way they want me to. Nobody know knows me can believe it, but I failed the writing WASL in seventh grade. I failed the writing WASL. I failed the writing WASL. No matter how you say it, it comes out incredulous. It's also of note that I got my worst PSAT score in writing. I just can't do it right.
~DJ

Bugger off.

It seems to me that my family thinks in blue, while I think in red. I can't seem to understand them and vice-versa. I try. I really do. Sometimes I even think purple, but my family never makes the conversion. It's hardly a tsunami or AIDS, but its still important to me... That they just don't get it.
~DJ

Protest Napping

I'm entirely sick of the direction that RLA is taking. A schedule? Really? What kind of fail is this? Bull shit, I say. This skool did perfectly FINE without your silly schedules and TeenBiz and 'Daily Tasks.' I don't really think it's the business of the advisers if I choose to waste a year of my life doing nothing. The only benefit left to RLA is that I don't have to ask before going to the bathroom. Even that has lost something with Stacey's pregnancy. She's always running to the bathroom, thus ruining it for lazy-asses.
AND SO. I will begin protest napping. I will take an hour out of every skool day during which I will sleep, until some things are retracted. After all, everybody has classes they can sleep through with little to no repercussions later. I'm quite certain I can do the same.

~DJ

RPG Maker

So there's a project at skool about making video games, and while I'm not jumping on the bandwagon, I'm certainly throwing a stick of dynamite in the wagon. 
I downloaded RPG Maker XP onto my crap-fest PC (All praise Mac!) and fully intend to create something equal or greater than the project's game, by myself in my spare time, of which there is increasingly little.
This will be my proof that it is not necessary for SOME projects to exist at all. Some things shouldn't be used as skool hours, and if you can make a pseudo-video game during skool hours, shouldn't I be allowed to spend skool time writing, or doodling? I'm working on a web-comic, and I honestly think that's about as fufilling as a horribly-thought-out video game.
~DJ