I hate being tagged. ><;; Just wanna let you know that.

TEH RULES
Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.
At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.

+ I still have every Spice Girls song known to mankind memorized and can prove it to you any time. Moony can attest for this, as I spent a large portion of the summer singing them. =D
+ In Biology, I named my rat Gelb Buch much to Moony's dismay. In German, that means Yellow Book. Believe it or not, there IS a story behind it.
+ I am deathly terrified of Hugh Laurie. Honest to Merlin, I can't be in the same room as his face.
+ I love Australian Fuzzies. Haha. That's random.
+ I couldn't remember the words to the National Anthem until seventh grade. Haha, there's some real loyalty to your country, you asswipes in charge. Try looking for the people that know the Canada song instead of the America one.
+ I lie. A lot. Hell, that could be a lie right there. You'll neeeeever know, though.
+ I'm piss-ant terrified of tornadoes. Honest to God. I think the only person that really really really knew that before this was Eric, namely because we were talking about aliens.
+ I brag. You knew that though. But one of the big things that I used to brag about was the fact that I would stand in a bathroom with Vikki and stuff and do Bloody Mary and would be cool with it. Of course, I couldn't look in mirrors for like weeks after that. O___________o
+ I refuse to touch a car in the sense of driving. I will not ever drive. Nope. Unless it's my motorcycle who's all ready been prenamed: Travis. Let's not ask about that one.
+ I am an enemy of the phone. Eh. More like I refuse to talk on it. I just don't like them. That's why I will have caller ID on everything so that if it's actually important I'll know to pick it up so I don't find out that my neighbor's best friend's panda's cub died or whatever four years after it happens.

Aaand as I'm too lazy to look up the code, I'll choose you lucky people later. XD

I've been in a kinda shitty mood lately. Dunno why, I just kinda am.

Eh. Maybe I do know.

Mom's gone kinda secretive on us all, and I know what she's doing. I think Eric knows what's up too, 'cause he made a comment on it last night, but there's no saying. I wanna bring it up with her, but I don't really know how to do so without sounding like a nosey prick. She'll deny it anyways.

So Eric has this program that he's gonna put on the laptop for me that tracks everything that's been done on it so I can have solid proof before I decide to do anything.

Er, question though: who the fuck is Vincent Long? I mean, is it just me, or does that sound like a little bit of a phony name?

Meh, just ignore me. I'm probably making no sense whatsoever, but I don't care. I'm kinda blah at the moment, like I said, and really need to rant to Nomi. I would have done so all ready, but it's her birthday today - happy birthday, you lofferdoodles you - and I don't wanna down her with anything that may be potentially depressing.

Eh.

( from eva this time )

"I want to talk to you about your life goals."

Who knew that it was going to turn out into the conversation it did?

I dunno, I personally hate those sappy conversations that concern the whole mushy lines and life lessons and all that jazz, but this one in a way was a little different. Different how, I'm not sure, but it just was. 

And I didn't like it any more than I do all the other ones.

But Dad came upstairs and talked to me 'bout the future and how his life has developed. It kinda disappointed me, in more ways than one, especially when he hit the whole IQ topic. '[Uncle] Steven is a worldwide reknown doctor and author, and has everything he could want,' he said, and I all ready knew this much. I mean, he lives down in Florida in a huge ass house, spent seventy something years in college learning all that stuff he knows, and could do just about anything at this point in time. Aunt Diane is out in California, having married a doctor, and is just as well off.

But what confuses me is that Dad has a higher IQ than both of them, yet went to vocational school.

I dunno. Maybe I'm just thinking in to this a little too much, but I doubt that's really it. It's just that too many things in life seem to pop up at the wrong times, and you always make the wrong decisions, when those around you are telling you to go the other way. And it makes me think, is that what I'm going to do? I know I'm bullheaded and that I'm stubborn as shit, but still.

Maybe there is hope, right?

( these memories of m i n e )

Long time since I updated this, so I just figured I'd stop in and let everyone know what it is that I've been up to as of late - which, in honesty, is damn near nothing.

I've revamped Up to No Good and started up Beyond the Horizon - RPG boards - and I hope to get them up and going to the public soon. As in, bring in loads of people, as I really would like to see them getting somewhere.

Went to see Pirates Two three times all ready, and I'm going to kill if I can't go see it again. The movie is, in a way, like a drug, because it's so damn good and addicting and the likes.

Wormtail installed Photoshop 9.0 in my computer, so I want to figure out before I die, which is more than likey impossible. But I'll try anyways. Like right now. Because I have nothing better to do.

Stayed home today on the account of Moony doing the same thing. I have loads to get crammed into my head, and I doubt that I'm actually going to figure everything out, sad as it is. And what sucks most is that I NEED to know it, or else I'm going to suffer the consequences of horrible grades on the report card, and lord knows I can't deal with that.

As for what's been happening, I think the biggest thing to say is that three days ago, Boonie fell on his head, got a concussion, and went back into play day after. Amazing, most spectacular player, Aaron is.

And in life, this morning, maybe a few minutes ago, Mum was on the phone with Dad and she sounds shattered, so I don't want to know what's going on, and at the same time, I wonder what's got her so depressed.... I really don't know....

In the name of Merlin all mighty, I never thought it was possible to be so hateful and confused about someone in all of being. He pisses me off like no other, especially since he's trying to play the guilt card. Hellfire, there's no way in all the worlds that I'm going to fall for that one.

All there is to say is that my weekend is worth shit. And I'm so frickin' sleep deprived that my eyes are stinging like all get out.

I'm gonna kill him. That's all there is to it.