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Right, so those were some Invader Zim inspired comics made for a Science Fiction and Film class. They were done over the course of one sleepless, caffeine enduced night so they may not be as good as they could have been. These are mostly just little bits of what it's like to be Mr. Tiddlywinks, or as her prefers 'Master of Flesh and Fire.' While he is from somewhere below Orion's Belt, he no resides on Earth where his current occupation is Future Supreme Turbo Emperor of Earth, but he has only just begun his journey.

If you want more, I'll be glad to tell you what Master of Flesh and Fire, Glanges, and Hunter are up to.
Comments?

Special thanks to my dear friend Hoolio for helping me so much this this.

Dedicated to SpotSpot and the times we had there.

My Neighbor Probably Thinks I am Psychotic

So, I am one of those people that really loves stories. I grew up with books, both reading them and having them read to me. To this day, one of my favourite things is to do while cleaning my room or doing homework is to listen to an audiobook. Usually, I'll go to the library and check one out, but lately I have been listening to some Stephen King novels on youtube.
Now, back in February, a girl moved in next door. We have never really spoken to each other, as we seem to run in different friend groups.
Here is the thing: I'm listening to The Shining and it wouldn't be an issue if 1) the walls weren't as thin as they were and 2) the guy reading the novel wasn't so frigging enthusiastic about reading Jack's malicious threats against his family.
This is how I imagine it was for her:
Le my neighbor doing whatever it is that she does when she is in her room (Probably Tumblr. She looks like a Tumblr Girl).

When all of a sudden...!

Or this one. I'll bet this was odd to hear. I'll probably use this as a sort of template for insulting people from now on.

This one is my personal favourite.

I feel this deserves some explanation. Basically, Danny, the little boy form The Shining, is calling for his friend Richard, whom he calls Dick, to come and help him.  Yeah, it's pretty incriminating.

Anyway, that's why I'm pretty sure it's freaky being my neighbor.

My Feelings on Pudding

Not of Importance.

Somewhere in the middle of all this I forgot how to keep track of a day, which is mostly because I seem to have forgotten how to sleep. MY day started around 10:30 am on Tuesday and, rather than ending at the usual time, it has kept going and going and going like that Energizer Bunny. I feel like, as I listen to Animal Collective in my room, I have been awake for 100 years. My own little reverse Sleeping Beauty fairytale. 

Obviously, this observation is a fallacy: days do not start when I decide to wake up, nor do they keep going on for days and days until I decide it's time to sleep. Even though everyone prefers to think otherwise, the universe does not revolve around me. Shocking, I know. If there is one thing I have learned from watching as much Doctor Who as I have, is that time, from a non-linear, non-subjective point of view, is more like a ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff. That is to say, no one can actually pin down time because it passes differently for everyone. Look! Even now I am in a different time zone than the good people in Sydney, who are diluted to think that, not only is it Fall, but daytime. To me, it is in fact nighttime and spring. Of course we are both wrong as much as we both are right.

Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that it feels to me like I have just been having one literally long day, not a few short ones. It's all because I've been awake for (nearly) 40 hours, and planet Rosemary has been known to have 40+ hour days. This suits most of the population on planet Rosemary just fine because some are Insomniac Beauties, some are Too-Much-Friggin-Energy Beauties or Average Beauties while still more aren't even Beauties at all, but have just as much a right to live there.

I'm getting off topic, but honestly that doesn't bother me. I am at my core, as someone once put, distracted. I'm okay with that. 

A Day with Felix

First off I would like to apologize on my laziness on finishing this post and lack of blogging in general. I'm a terrible procrastinator and I tend to never get anything done. So, I never uploaded the photos for the last blog that I did, then when I finally decided that the TIME WAS NOW, I found that I couldn't find the photos (that's fun to say, 'I found that I couldn't find the photos, I found that I couldn't find the photos, I found that I couldn't find the photos). This is probably due to the fact that I am a bit of an air head and spilled my coffee all over my bag where my laptop was. Luckily, there were Tech Medics around to perform procedures. After a MedEvac to the hospital (dorms) and little tinkering, it regained life...or so I thought. Turns out my computer is highly allergic to having coffee dumped on its hard wiring and could break out in Blue Screen of Death. Anyway, I think that, along with losing a camera, I have lost some of my photos. I'm going to work on recovering them but for now, they will remain lost. Anyway, pardon the monologue (only, isn't that what a blog is?), and accept my apology!

Okay, second, I'd like to tell you about my day, if you don't mind! =]

TRANSITION!

Today I woke up and felt great. My first class, Intro to Fiction Writing, went by without a hitch. I find that to be a great accomplishment, seeing as I show up to that class sleepy, emotionally distraught, stressed, or any other sort of altered mind state that could put learning things seriously in peril. Then it was lunch with a good ASL friend. It was when my friend Babs came around that my day really got exciting!

Babs and I have a great thing going and, working together, we busted out so much homework! The procrastination poltergeist is gone! Then it was my film study class (Lemon Tree!!!), ASL club, then Trivia Night at a pub with some friends. Unfortunately Trivia Night went bust when we found out that, because we are minors, we would get kicked out before the game ended. All was quite well because we found ourselves quite at home in The Black Sheep where we ordered drinks and played Bananagrams.

Probably one of the top most highlights of my day was an endeavor with my little brother, Leif. He needed some help smooth talking a girl so I sent him a classic: You're the very best, like no one ever was. My bud Sophie called upon her little brother for help and he contributed some gnarly one liners. It was like a giant machine of big sister-little brother AWESOMENESS. This night became legen-wait for it-dary!

Currently, I am just sitting on the floor of my room being productive (!) with Big Totoro cuddled close listening to the Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind  theme on repeat (which you can do here). I've got Babs hanging out with me, for both of us have a bad case of Writer's Diarrhea (I'm am SO sorry for that).
In conclusion, I would like to nerd out for a moment and say that my day was almost as if I had felix felicis (Felix) this morning. For those amoung us who are not Potter Heads, Felix Felicis is a potion from the Harry Potter series that, when consumed, gave the witch or wizard drinking it immensely good luck. I know that might sound like an odd comparison, but today was like sunshine on a cloudy day.

Okay, I know this blog post probably wasn't the most thrilling or most exciting read you've ever suffered through, but I just wanted to share the wonderful day that I have. I don't know, I guess that I've just been feeling extremely blessed lately and I want to share my happiness! I just think it's nice to kick back a minute, let that warm feeling bubble up in your inside, and just say, "I got it good. I got it real good."

Sorry for the lack of photos in this and immense amounts of narcissism in this post. I'm still figuring out the whole photo fiasco. In the mean time, here is a picture of a spoonful of Captain Crunch that looks like an angel! Can you see him?

Tootles!

Up Do

I rarely ever wear my hair up, but today seemed as good a day as any to go for it. I love twisting it up in the back then skewering it with chop sticks. It makes sort of a wonderful old fashioned look that rocks with curly hair! Gotta leave little curls down to complete the magic, curly hair is made for that.
On a note, it's not the best for cold weather, but you sure get to show off earrings that might be covered up otherwise!

Little Things

I'm one of those people who often thinks,"I remember this time last week I was..." Well, all last week I was thinking about how the week before I was home. Now I have been at college for just over a week and I don't get to think that anymore.
Here are a few photos of some little things I see, love, and miss around Ketchikan.

I saw this creepy little fairy figurine everyday when I walked to work over the summer. Yes, I realize that she is from that new Tinker Bell TV thing, but COME ON, PEOPLE. There is something genuinely weird about this battered figurine along the highway.

I don't know how to explain this one. Santa has a black eye and smokes pen caps? Who knew? Still, I really enjoy seeing his sad, Christmas crack addict face on a regular basis.

I miss my family, no duh. I miss having family dinners at my grandma's house, especially when we have Baked Alaska for dessert...even more so when I get to fight for it with my brothers. =]

Wildlife, that's easy. I love this picture because it makes me think of the song, "Colours of the Wind," from Pocahontas. Can you see it?

Family photos. I love this picture of Leif and I. He was the chubbiest, cutest baby!

Then there is my sweet puppy, Piggy. He has taken up smoking, but I still love him. No one is perfect, right? If he has taught me anything, it's that you can be the derpiest organism in the planet, and there will still be people to love you. Here is to you, Flufferbutt!

Tootles!