FW: The New, New Math

Fantastic point...

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From: tcajpearson@comcast.net
To: leejenica@hotmail.com
Subject: FW: The New, New Math
Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2011 17:26:25 -0500

 

 

From: Mary Szydlowski [mailto:MSZYDLOWSKI@fcci-group.com]
Sent: Tuesday, December 06, 2011 12:47 PM
To: Lynn at Home (lynndebusk@yahoo.com); balather@verizon.net; aklarsen@verizon.net; psperko@williamsparker.com; tcajpearson@comcast.net; patti927@cableone.net; srqkid@msn.com
Subject: The New, New Math

 

 

 

The New, New Math

I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58. The counter girl took my $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register. I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help. While he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and cried... Why do I tell you this? Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1960s:

1. Teaching Math In 1960s

 

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price. What is his profit ?

 

2. Teaching Math In 1970s

 

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?

 

3. Teaching Math In 1980s

 

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80. Did he make a profit ?

      Yes or No

4. Teaching Math In 1990s

 

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.

 

5. Teaching Math In 2000s

 

A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20. What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes? (There are no wrong answers, and if you feel like crying, it's ok).

 

6. Teaching Math In 2010

 

Un hachero vende una carretada de maderapara $100. El costo de la producciones es $80. Cuanto dinero ha hecho?

 

ANSWER: His profit was $375,000 because his logging business is just a front for his pot farm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I must share this with the world!

http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs18/f/2007/172/9/3/Avatar__Zuko_the_fire_lord_by_Go_Devil_Dante.swf
I used to love this show... I think I've just lost all of the serious feelings I've ever put into watching it, however. Just by seeing this. This...this... work of art.

Bored and Pissed

Not gonna take that plate up. Not gonna do it. I'ma rebel.
Finished math. Gonna draw. Gotta work on dat comic...
If I ever had a comic series, it'd be a bunch of different story lines with a bunch of different characters, maybe even intersecting stories sometimes. It'd be called "Uncrumpled Comics," or maybe even just "Uncrumpled." That'd be cool. But first I'd have to develop some type of art talent... *grabs giant pencil* TO WORK!
Why'm I pissed, you ask? Well if you've made it this far you've probably forgotten that you asked. Or you didn't ask in the first place. Which, honestly, I find more likely. I'm making a surprisingly low amount of mistakes, for how fast I'm typing. Sure, I've made a LOT, but I've erased them. And it's still a surprisingly low amount.
This has ended up a lot longer than I initially intended. So, I'm off.

Leave before he shoots you! I WON'T LOSE ANOTHER ONE! *pushes you out*

I am... THE BATMAN. DON'T DOUBT THIS FACT.

My dA.

GIFfy goodness, for the sake of saying SOMETHING

If they don't move, try clicking them. Also,

Portal 2, dude, Portal 2.

Arguing With Yourself is Great, Ain't it?

Left: Not really. Nobody ever wins and you just keep rambling on until one of you gets bored.

Right: Did you notice how Google Chrome's spell check approves of the word 'ain't?' It's kind of sad. Teachers everywhere have been chanting about how "Ain't ain't a word," and now the ultimate source of information, as it goes, has given into the constant false use of the English language committed by random internet users. At least LOL still has the red squiggly line.

Middle: Who cares? Google is racist, you know. Not too long ago, you used to be able to type "a white person stole my car" and it would ask if you meant "a black person stole my car." Of course, ever since that joke came out, Google has been spammed with so many people trying to get in on it that it doesn't do it anymore. You can still find pictures, though.

Left: Well, ain't that just a cheap laugh?

Right: You're deliberately trying to make me mad, aren't you?

Left: UMADBRO?

Middle: *laugh*

Right: Honestly I'm surrounded by idiots.

Left: Which would mean you're also an idiot.

Middle: We're all the same thing, you know.

Right: I honestly don't care. I just want something to drink.

Left: Well you're not gonna get it.

Middle: I don't think I talk as much as you two do.

Left: You're not usually in the arguments. It usually starts as a long-winded disagreement between Right and I, that ends with ridiculous YOMOMMA jokes and "Nu uh, yu huh"'s until Jen gets bored.

Right: These lines have gotten really short, really fast.

Middle: Meh. I'm leaving now.

Left: Bye.

Right: I don't care. I just want to, I don't know, not listen to music that makes no sense. Change the song.

Left: You don't need to tell me to do it, we're the same freaking person.

Right: Meh. The song's almost over an- oh, wait, no, this is that one that goes on for a while once it sounds like it's done. Gosh dangit.

Left: *Shrug* I don't feel like talking anymore.

Right: Oh, it's done now. 

I Don't Like the Color White.

It's really unsettling... Anyway, put up a new poll. Many of you probably don't stay up late enough to know what I'm talking about in it, but it's there. I'm in another kind of melancholy mood, but I just had a Monster, so that should be gone within five minutes. So... There ya go. I'm just...rambling.

FUDGE YES!

 Beat Portal. BAM!
BWUAHAHAHAHA! I finally got over my fear of GLaDOS, but then my dad wanted me to wait to beat her so he could watch. So, days go by while dad gets home "too late" to watch me play, then goes swimming, and I get annoyed and anxious to play.
So, today, I'm done waiting. I did it. Died once because the cores kept being DIFFICULT, so the neurotoxins killed me just before I could get the anger core. Then I did it again, and won! AND, since I downloaded the game only recently, I got the new ending version instead of the old one, when the robot comes in and drags you away just before you pass out, so it can lead right into Portal 2.
Here's one part that got me excited.
Menu screen before you beat the game:

      

Menu screen after you beat the game: Click these for full view. 

And, if you wait long enough, you can see the late CC!

I'm so happy. I know it's nerdy, but I just really, really am happy. It's not often that I win anything, let alone a video game. So, you can imagine my happiness. 

I can't wait 'till my dad finally decides to not be too busy or tired to watch me destroy that evil monster of a robot woman, so I can show off my skills. (The little skills I have.)

My emo mood has been put off for a while! WOOT!

AH SHIZNUGGET!!!

Fricken' frackin' fracky fracker. And a bucket of fricken fracky fracksauce.
Oh, bother.
Fricking fracking emo mood! AGAIN! Starting to piss me off a bit...
Not that anyone gives a chuzlet, here's a status update from me.

• Got a friend obsessed with JtHM. Win.
• In front of GLaDOS's chamber and too much of a wuss to go in. Fail.
• Downloading random free game off of Steam for no real reason. Neutral.
• Downloading eleven minute YouTube video just to use about five seconds of it for my own video. Fail.
• Side hurts possibly from not eating, but I'm too emo-y to eat. Fail.
• Then I ate something and now feel worse. Double fail.
• Feel horrible for not swimming with my grandmother today because of my whiny little ingrate attitude. Fail.
• Left my phone elsewhere. Fail.
• Too much of a loser to do anything but sit down and do nothing all day. Fail.
• Just realized all of that isn't that bad and I really am just being a whiny emo brat. Fail.

So as you can see... not in a good mood. 8 fail, 1 win, 1 neutral. Why am I even fricking posting this?! Geez. I don't know. Ich.

I'll, er...put some random picture on here and leave. There you go. Now there's a reason.

Yes. Yes I am.

Am what? I dunno. Anyway, I'm going to do two things for you here. First, I am going to give you a little poem I found on the slightly smudged walls of Portal.

Because I could not stop

for DEATH,

He kindly stopped for me

The cube had food and maybe ammo

[garbled, most likely 'for'] immortality

Not in cruelty,

Not in wrath,,

The REAPER came today;

An ANGEL visited

this gray path,

And took the cube away.

Okay, and that second thing is...this.

Okay, okay, and this.

Fine, fine. This too. But that's it.

We done here? Okay. Now I'm gonna check and make sure the moving ones work. (Don't worry, the last one's not supposed to move.)

This is the band I like. :D

This is for Gerty

I really need to catch up reading all everyone's blogs...I've been neglecting my account...but I'm too lazy right now. XD I need to finish a chapter of something. EPILOGUE chapter. WOO.

This is for Gerty

I really need to catch up reading all everyone's blogs...I've been neglecting my account...but I'm too lazy right now. XD I need to finish a chapter of something. EPILOGUE chapter. WOO.

Humpteh Dumpteh ain't no smarticle.

What. The heck. Did I just say? Er, type. Er, think. Er, pronounce. Proclaim? State? GNAH.
They totally didn't give me sugar. Heh.
Well, anyways, new poll up. Since this site is all stupid sometimes, forgetting some words in titles, the question is something like "What kind of nerd do you be?" Don't be shy, we're all nerds. In our own little obsessive ways.
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I like paper.
I shall leave you with a horrible truth.

Yay! Random seperately colored text that leads absolutely nowhere and has nothing to do with anything!

REO. THAT IS A TABLE. I. EAT. THERE. WHAT...WHAT ARE YOU-

Sssssshhhhushushusshhhhhh.
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GRAH.
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For those of you who are wondering, yes, I had coffee. I MADE IT MAHSELF. XD

New thing, under the other thing, under this thing, which is this post.

Makes sense if you know what I'm talking about. Which you probably don't.
Anyone who's seen my blog in the past...while knows that I'm nerdily obsessed with a new video game lately. It's fun! Well, yes. There's a music video for that, right under my playlist, that I absolutely LOVE. Of course, to hear the actual song, you have to wait through an ad and a one-sided conversation about spoilers. You can't skip the ad, but you can skip ahead to, like, 40 seconds to get to the song.
I honestly doubt anyone cares. But I have this need to not shut up right now. Soooo yes. That happens.
Anyway, if you do watch, enjoy his awesome accent. If you don't, enjoy not having part of your life wasted by something many of you (not all, many) won't understand any of, anyway.
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I do love his accent, though.

That's where you come in.

Also, the chat box works now. 

Okay, new element.

There is now a chat box-thing at the bottom of the page! Right under Facebook and followers, right above Fancy Pants 2. So, if other people are on at the same time, you can look down there and chat! And then play Fancy Pants! And even some of the music right above all that. Except I like weird music. Soooo....
EDIT:
Never mind. I did not do that right. Now you can only talk to my Meebo account that i keep forgetting the password to. Ergh. I freaking fail
EDIT:
Okay, there's something. But it won't connect. Whatever, it's there, if it works for you, yay! I'm frustrated now. So I'll leave.

O RLY?

SPAAAACE!

Want it

Waitingwaitingwaiting

I'm waiting while Portal downloads. My dad let me buy it! WOO! I'll try to remember about Portal 2. It's fifty bucks right now on Steam, 'cause it's really freaking popular, so I'll have to get that when it's, like, 20 or something...ERGH! I'm rambling and I probably sound boring because I haven't typed all day and my fingers like to warm up first, so I'm too busy correcting fifty effing spelling mistakes every sentence.
Yeah.
I CAN'T WAIT! 75% done! (I watched a walk through, so I know how to get through some of it! Woo! Portal 2 has more story, but I'll be extremely happy with the original for a long time!
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Sigh. =P I'm a nerd.)

THE CAKE IS A LIE!
[77%]

BEST. VIDEO. EVER.

My second-or-third favorite band + my favorite song (however temporary that might be) + directed by my favorite celebrity EVAR= EPIC. EFFING. VIDEO! XD

Please decide not to read this...

Okay, okay, okay, I'm going to cuss in this one. I don't know how often I just know I will. So, shield the eyes of your children, suck it up, and push on, if the need ever does strike you.
FRICKEN. FRACKER.
That's not it. No, I mean, things right now, they're really fucked up. My mind is fucked up. The whole damn WORLD is fucked up! I'm sick and tired of it! This ain't no suicide note, mind you. If it was, I'd be using better grammar. But, seriously, I need to say it, and I WILL say it. Let that green-eyed chick to the right stare at you intently as I explain myself.
I...I don't even really CARE anymore. I've always sucked at sympathy, but it's even WORSE now because I'm just letting myself get used to the idiocy of the world! I've grown to the point where I acknowledge my selfishness when someone is murdered on the news. We all feel it! We all know that, as long as it isn't anyone we know, it doesn't affect us, so poor them. Too bad.
But there ARE people who it affects, who knew and loved those people. And they're thinking, "Why us? Why not them? Why not you?!" I'm sure you've read one of those books or seen one of those movies where, in some circumstance, people have to kill other people. So, they have a whole thing where the main character's all like "Oh, you can kill whoever you want, as long as it's outside my fucking community! Herp derp!" and then some INCREDIBLY wise person tells them that those people have people they love too, why is your mother so much more important than someone else's mother?
Of course, then that is COMPLETELY forgotten and the person killing doesn't kill anyone the main character knows. (See, what I'm thinking here is the Twilight series and the Chronicles of Vladimir Tod series.) And this is how it is in real life. It's gonna happen, to whoever or whatever, and nobody gives a shit unless it's someone they care about.
And the stupidest among all the idiots think that it's OKAY to do this crap, they think they can pin it on the media. Well, as someone I truly admire once said, "Any pile of stunted growth unaware that entertainment is just that and nothing more, deserves to doom themselves to some dank cell, somewhere, for having been so stupid!! Movies, books, T.V., music-they're all just entertainment, not guidebooks for damning yourself!" And since the person I admire does the same thing I'm yelling at these "idiots" for doing, you gain further proof that this world is messed up.
Well, I'm kind of just rambling, so I'm surprised if there's anyone still following along.
This way of thinking, it's messing with my mind! I've always been a bit eccentric, but now I'm bat-shit insane! I swear it, I hear things! At night, these...people. Women and children mostly, I hear them! Yelling for help, but I can't do a thing. I'm not asleep, I'm just the same as everyone else. Stupid, lazy, selfish. That's why I can't do a thing. I think they're figments of my imagination, because no police or media show up the next day. But I can never be sure. The law is not perfect, and you KNOW the media isn't, either.
I can't stand it, I can't! Sometimes I just sit there, clutching my head, freaking out at the thought of watching the world from my point of view, behind eyes, so limited. I can't even tell if my range of vision is circular or not! It should be, right? Or, like, oval-shaped. I just don't know! And then questions come to mind. Every civilization in history has fallen. Will ours fall when we're still alive? And what happens when we're at our peak? We would reach every advancement we could, no more developments are possible. What happens then? Do we fall? What? What?!
I'm driving myself MAD! I'm not sure if it's my floor purring at night or my mind purring at the thought of having a break from all this crap. Shit. Emo-bitchy-fucking-SHIT. Ergh. That's enough disturbances for one day. Please, please don't have read this. Honestly...

"The violent crimes? All perfectly natural in a society whose advances are limited to its technology. The basic behavior of the modern human is hardly different from that of its primitive ancestors. The only noticeable changes are trends. Whether in a suit, or in a loincloth, people are ignorant little thorns, cutting into one another. They seem incapable of advancing beyond violent tendencies which, at one time were necessary for survival."-JTHM.

Oh. Effin. Yes. XD

I MADE IT MAHSELF! XD (I doubt you care, but if you do, click for full view.)

It took VERY long...

I am SO Confused.

That's how I is. AAND I'm starting to go a little philosophical again. HELP! But I did just laugh like a maniac on the phone...I hope a wrong number calls me so I can laugh at them, too. That would be fun.
MEH. I should be writing more on mah story. But it's so...FLUFFY. TOO. FLUFFY. And I'm really confused...about...stuff.
MEH.
I don't like confuzzlement. Will somebody punch me in the head until I get amnesia? And then maybe buy me the game Amnesia? Please? It looks fun, and I already know how to get through it.
MEH. AGAIN.
I'm gonna go write and play Universe Sandbox. Or maybe Grand Theft Auto: The Ballad of Gay Tony. I dunno. But Tony is funny.
And Gerty: I looked in the mirror, and that emo face does NOT make me look like the lead singer of Gorillaz. I have a plastic spoon to prove it. So there. :D
BYE!
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WHERE IS THE ORANGE BUTTON?! Oh, there it is.

How to Handle Police Officers

"Er, problem, officer?"
"You're going to have to turn your vehicle around, sir, this is a gated community."
"Yeah, uh, I am a pretty little flower. Like a prom date. Maybe?"
"This is a GATED COMMUNITY."
"Enjoy the silence- are you for supper?"
"Um..this...is...a GATED. COMMUNITY."
"TURTLES! Now let's go dream about little breaded chicken fingers!"
*officer's head explodes*

The Absolute Truth

Un día sin ser explotado es un día sin sol. Usted sabe que es verdad. Tú lo sabes.  

Best of Me

Here it is! The song I think relates to me at my best. If you wanna listen to it, it's number 73 on that overly long play list below. It's called I'm Alive by Becca, and yes, I know the play list adds an unnecessary slash in the name. There's nothing I could have done to fix that. XP
By the way, when I add these bar things [] they don't really say it, I'm just adding comments about musical breaks and stuff...

Lyrics be these:
[Effin' awesome guitar solo intro]

Nothin' I say comes out right
I can't love without a fight
No one ever knows my name
When I pray for sun, it rains
I'm so sick of wasting time,
But nothin's moving in my mind
Inspiration can't be found,
I get up and fall, but

I'm alive!
I'm alive! Oh, yeah,
Between the good and bad's where you'll find me,
Reachin' for heaven!
I will fight,
And I'll sleep when I die.
I live,
My life,
I'm Alive!

Every lover breaks my heart
And I know it from the start
Still I end up in a mess,
Every time I second-guess.
All my friends just run away,
When I'm havin' a bad day.
I would rather stay in bed but I know there's a reason

I'm alive!
I'm alive! Oh, yeah,
Between the good and bad's where you'll find me,
Reachin' for heaven!
I will fight,
And I'll sleep when I die!
I live,
My life,
I'm alive!

[Oh, yeah, time for the breakdown!]
When I'm bored to death at home,
When he won't pick up the phone,
When I'm stuck in second place,
Those regrets I can't erase.
Only I can change the end
Of the movie in my head
There's no time for misery,
I won't feel sorry for me!

I'm alive!
I'm alive! Oh, yeah,
Between the good and bad's where you'll find me,
Reaching for heaven!
I will fight,
And I'll sleep when I die,
I live,
My life,
oh!

I'm alive!
I'm alive! Oh, yeah,
Between the good and bad's where you'll find me,
Reaching for heaven!
I will fight,
And I'll sleep when I die!
I live,
My hard life!
I live,
My life,
I'm alive!
[Epic outro where the guitar does this... thing! Oh, always gives me chills....XD]


Yep. I always agree with pretty much everything this lady yells in my ear, and I love it! It really does inspire me when I'm feeling sad, you know? Well, I can't quite remember what I thought the 'worst of me' song would be, so I'll do a bit more research with that and get back to you.
I'm so happy with the results for this challenge! Some of you I haven't read and listened to yet, but I'll get on that over the weekend. Thanks for acknowledging my existence and I'll talk to you all later! Promise. =)

Because of my boredom I'll add this...

I doubt you care, but you can find out what that show is by Googling the information about it that I gave you. I tried it. It wasn't the first suggestion, but it was pretty dang close. XD

Oh, Crap, Not Again

Lookit dat. In an emo mood again. That sucks eggs. Rotten little purple-colored Easter eggs with one of those little yellow squiggles around the middle.
Anyway, I wish I wasn't so boring. It's true! I am boring. I spend my Saturdays playing with a planet simulator and going over to a friend's house for no reason happens, like, once a year. Being socially awkward is not fun.
Another thing I want to rant on about for no reason because you probably couldn't care less is that I have a new favorite show. (LONG SENTENCE POWER!) Well, it's not my favorite show, really. It's my third-favorite animated show and my first-favorite animated show for adults. I won't mention the name. I don't know why. Either way, it's effin hilarious and it's still managed to keep an interesting plot. Like the pedophile who bodyguards the two main characters, who happen to be young teenagers. Yay! It's fun to watch him freak out all the time.
Hm...tape-air tastes funny...
Well, while I'm here, I think I have an idea. I'm going to challenge you people again! This time, the challenge is to find two songs and put their name and lyrics in a blog post. One song will describe you at your best, the other at your worst. Don't be shy, we're all friends here!
Most people haven't been on in a while, so I'm going to spread the word to the people at school. They'll be able to spread it to those I don't see at school (you know who you be (yay bad grammar and double-parentheses!)) and maybe we can have as good results as the 10 things challenge!
I don't have my "Song at my worst" yet (it's on the tip of my tongue) so I'll just wait for someone else to take charge and make the example. Don't hold back! This is going to be fun! Also, I still have that yak.
SO, subtle threats aside, just...just do it. Kay? KAY?! AGH stupid coffee. It's really annoying to be depressed and hyper at the same time. I'm starting to think all poetic but I still want to make random "MAH?!" sounds and yell at inanimate objects.
Still, it's fun to be weird.
Oh, and by the way, since I haven't obsessed about it to you people for a while...
GORILLAZGORILLAZGORILLAZGORILLAZGORILLAZ.
That'll do for now. AND THEY MAY NOT BE REAL TO YOU, GERTY, BUT THEY'RE REAL TO ME! I'm going to go take out my emo-ness on one of my other personalities. BYE!
By the way, new poll up. I need to see some answers! Also, if you have a different idea, comment! I wanna see 'em.

PleasePleasePlease

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNEFxb9YoVM&feature=BFa&list=FLWZpxROCfyEU&index=36
Please watch this! I don't know this guy at ALL (other than being a fan) but this video deserves more views...XD I know it's incredibly long, but you don't have to listen to all of it...Just...yeah. I know it's weird but someone commented that it deserves more views than it has and I agree.
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For this post to have some relevance to anything, I'll say something about my day.
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My shirt got wet because I stood in the rain for a full 2 minutes, so I changed into an uncharacteristically girly blouse. And (however embarrassing this may be) I really like this blouse. I know, I'm scared too! Anyway...Hello to all...Did you guys get annoyed with the maintenance yesterday, too? Couldn't log on...and now Fictionpress won't effin let me update my story! IT'S AT A SUSPENSEFUL MOMENT. ERGH.
Okay, enough idiotic teen angst focused on the wrong details of life. XD Byeeeee! ERGH...THE BLOUSE...IT'S...TAKING CONTROL...OF MY MIIINNNDDD!

For Gerty/Mrs. McCartney/Ho

Here's that t. A. T. u. song! XD I suggest low volume, but it's not too horrible. Just SLIGHTLY suggestive in the chorus.

Remember to turn off my playlist below before clicking this slightly awesome but overly long sentence, okayyy?
OKAYZ. XD So...um...heh...

Nuns are Epic

Wooo, oooh, oooh, oooh, hoo. Wooo, oooh, oooh, oooh, hoo. Wooo, oooh, oooh, oooh, hoo. Wooo, oooh, oooh- Barbra Streisand. 

Hmph.

GAR.

Short-Story Time!

(WARNING: Today I am in what you could call an 'emo' mood. So, this short story I'm writing for no reason will probably reflect that...heh. I just REALLY felt like writing...Hey, if you do read it, tell me if you liked it or not...I may wanna post it on Fictionpress or Deviantart or something... XD)
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She ran. She couldn't help herself. How was she to know they would take it so seriously? The expressions that had so quickly turned from sympathy to disgust were burned into her mind, like the imprint on your eyes if you stare into a bright light for even a moment. Always there, whether your eyes are open or closed.
She noticed she had slowed down, thinking about these expressions. She sped up again, not trying to wipe them from her mind. They were right, she was wrong. She was stupid. She was ignorant.
She was disgusting.
She deserved having those hated glances stuck in her mind. Why did she run when they called her name? She should have stayed, should have accepted the punishment for being so ignorant.
Couldn't she have pretended? Couldn't she have hid the fact that she was so numb to sympathy? To anything, really? She should have. Then they would still like her.
No, she thought. They wouldn't. They wouldn't like me. They'd like the person they thought was me.
She slowed to a stop in a dark, unused hallway. She forgot where she was for a moment, until she saw the stretched.
Oh, yeah. The hospital.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind her. Or were they in front? They were coming from everywhere.
Pat, pat, pat.
Click, click, click.
Bum, bum, bum.
So many. So many. She covered her ears and ran to the nearest door, adding her own hurried footsteps to the already overwhelming mix.
She ran in and shut the door. What did they want? What did they WANT? She felt a sudden loss of strength, and fell to the ground. She didn't have the will to move out of her position. She lay there, sprawled on the floor, as if some distracted god had dropped it's doll and forgot about it.
Maybe they really had.
The door opened. The girl only had enough strength to slide her eyes up towards the intruders.
Her friends.
Friends?
She didn't know.
One of them said something. It was muffled, it seemed. The speaker got more and more frantic as she spoke, but the girl on the floor still couldn't understand anything.
Then she understood one word.
"Bleeding," they said. "Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding."
She once again slid her eyes to get a new point of view, looking for the blood they were so frantically pointing out. There. Found it! On the ground, by her head.
Oh.
Oh.
She slid her eyes back to the people, now calling for help.
Help? Why?
She stared indifferently as one of the other girls crouched beside her, once again saying things she couldn't understand. The girl on the floor gave a weak laugh. She didn't care what they had to say. It was only fair, since nobody cared what she had to say, either.
She felt something on her face. Wet.
Tears and blood, blood and tears, she guessed. So be it. So it be.
The girl began feeling something. Something. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
---
Black.
White.
Faces.
One of them said, "Hello? Can you hear me? Can you remember who you are, why you're here?"
The girl smiled.
"I don't know why I'm here, or why you care," she said. "But as for who I am? I am Nothing."
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Gone.
---
XD WOO! Meh. 

HHHEEERRRGGGHHH

I. ATE. TOO. MUCH. CHOCOLATE.
I ALSO DRANK COFFEE...COFFEE FROM MONSTER BRAND ENERGY DRINKS.
*creepy giggle*
So now every TEN MINUTES I get up, jump around like an idiot, and yell "AAARRRMMM MEEAAATT."
Warning: Arm meat not for vegetarians or non-cannibals.
ANYWHO Happy Easter...Easter now makes me sad. XD I DREW A SCREAMING LLAMA. SCREAMING LLAMA!
BWUAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
I also drew something I am now OBSESSED with, but I will NOT say what it is. Why? Because it's a cartoon show made for boys ages 8-14. HEH.
I'll give you a hint. There have been Saturday marathons.
Since if ANYONE watches the channel this show is on and has seen the previews for this the secret is now OUT, I'm going to change the subject.
I like gum.
And eggs.
MMMMMM.
I got a new watch. AND I'M GONNA GET ME A NEW iPOD! XD It comes in this week. WHHEEERRRRRRRWWWWW. 8:27. I should wrap things up...
OOH, TIME TO JUMP AND YELL ARM MEAT! BYE!

At G-Maws

Once again, no clues about that last post.
I am bored. So, I will post something of possibly little interest to you. Your opinion.

As some of you may know or have guessed from obvious clues I have given, I am going through a very hard change right now, turning from extremely devoted Chrsitian to something like agnostic-osity, as I so lightly put it. To be honest, it's tearing pretty much everything I've ever had faith in to pieces, so to create a false sense of security for myself I'd like to mention some of the things I still strongly believe in and can hold onto, just to keep myself from becoming "too dang dark."

• Socks are the bane of my existence
• Moods are different personalities
• If nobody was crazy, art and music would be effing boring
• Chocolate is best for cake
• Vanilla is best for cupcakes
• Holidays are too commercialized in America
• Death is something one should put off thinking about until one is actually dead
• People on the internet who want to be taken seriously REALLY need to lay off the text talk for once
• Just because someone has a knife doesn't mean they're not still adorable
• E-mail is NOT dead
• Running out of texts for the month is a blessing
• No matter what one does, they cannot possibly stop being an idiot
• Just because you have short hair doesn't mean you can't still wear ponytails
• The pen isn't REALLY mightier than the sword. Seriously, if someone tries to stab you, please drop the pen and run away
• The people who comment about how cheap the music video is for "Kids With Guns" disgust me

Wait... Now I have absolutely no idea what that list is for. Seriously, no clue. Ah, well. Guess that's what I get for having Monster brand coffee (coffee with an extra energy blend = mistake made by mom) and a bunch of candy for an early Easter celebration. I feel guilty accepting presents  for a holiday I have no right to celebrate (people who celebrate Christmas even thought they don't even believe in Jesus disgust me, too) but I can't let my grandma know about this. You'd understand why if you knew her like I do. I'll just have to wait until I move out to ignore holidays. Still, they'd make me visit. Ergh.

Say WHAAAAT?!

Music
Media
Friends
Pain
Gorillaz
Damon
Green
Fingers
Thoughts
Rest
Restlessness
Jokes
Hurt
Hair
Confusion
Black
Gay
Obsession
Fun
Art
Animation
Fans
Persistence
Fantasies
End
Dark
Gorillaz
Gorillaz
Gorillaz.
'Nuff said.
(If you understand at all, I will bake you a dozen cookies. Seriously. XD)

I Be Happy

Yay! Fabulous results with the 10 things challenge! I HAVE THREE PEOPLE WHO WILL FACE THE YAK. But otherwise you all pass and I thank you, for I now know a little something about your personalities. Would you like me to read my results? Eeeehhh? I seriously saw sides of you guys that you hid, and for that I am pleased. I'm glad to know all of you, real life or not (you know who you are) and now I am done being emotional because I fear I may or may not explode.
If you want to hear your readings, I'd be happy to post about it...or just tell you. Meh.
Didja learn something about me?
Oh, by the way, here's something for Gerty. Or Ho. Whichever works.
Either way, after a bit o' searching, I found info about that restaurant, the one that inspired my 'Supah Dupah Fly Ho...With Cheese' title.
Name: Fat Ho Burgers
Location: Waco, Texas, right around the corner from the Gospel Bookstore and Cafe. Niiiice.
Some items on the menu(actual spelling):

• Supa Fly Ho w/ chz
• Supa Dupa Fly Ho w/chz
• Supa Fly Ho w/ bacon&chz
• Fat Chicken Ho
• Bad Mamajama (4 meat patties with bacon and cheese)
• Sloppy Ho

Long story short, I think I need to take a trip to Texas.

Anyway, thanks for the response, here's the video for the Fat Ho (aired on the news), and I'll see ya guys later!

Fat Ho News Broadcast

I am not associated in any way with this restaurant. I believe the name is hilarious and if it offends anyone you have my apologies, and I'm certain the owner of the restaurant means no harm to any Gerties out there. You are not fat, nor are you sloppy or chicken. You are, however, supa dupa fly, in my humble opinion. Thank you, and good night.

I Challenge You

10 Things You Probably Didn't Know About Me:

1. I believe all Spartan grocery products are evil.
2. I seem to often think in free verse poetry.
3. When I'm not thinking in free verse, I'm thinking in limericks.
4. I get really mad when people set cups, bottles, and cans on books, even if they're empty.
5. I firmly believe all humans are idiots (including myself) and would be glad to see apes actually take over the world.
6. As a small child, my goal in life was to have a well-paying job of being a cat.
7. If the super volcano does show signs of erupting, I will beg my family to let me take a trip there, no matter the consequences.
8. Despite having encountered the term many times both in school and on the internet, I have absolutely no idea what the heck a communist is. No clue whatsoever.
9. Every time I become obsessed with something new I search it on Deviantart.com. I always leave the site with bad images that will never wash out of my brain because of my insistence to always ignore the 'mature content' warnings. Ergh.
10. I detest socks and would like to build a tall pile of them, hide dynamite in the middle of that pile, and watch it burn, baby, burn!

Okay. There you go. Hope you enjoyed that, because I now challenge you to do the same.

Many of you, I will honestly say, are new to what I call my 'Mental List of People I Know That Don't Irk Me Immensely.' Not that you irked me before. I didn't know you before.

Either way, I wanna get to know you living lumps of cells. So, that is your challenge. If you don't do that, I will  be very pissed. I may or may not find a yak-related way to get revenge. Sooo... yes. I strongly encourage all who read this to make your own list of 10 things you don't think any of your friends know about you. Try to make sure you haven't made those facts known to anyone but yourself.

Just do it.

...

Please? XD

I Have Decided to Vomit Some of My Documents to You, Courtesy of the Internet.

133

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science.
We do what we must, because we can.
For the good of all of us,
except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake
you just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done
and you make a neat gun
for the people who are
still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart
and killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line
and we're out of beta, we're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are
still alive!
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else
to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa.
THAT WAS A JOKE. HA-HA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great,
it's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do!
When I look out there it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done
on the people who are
still alive.
And believe me I am
still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm
still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm
still alive.
While you're dying I'll be
still alive.
And when you're dead I will be
still alive.
STILL ALIVE.
Still alive.

Yeah...Yeah, I know...

Second post of the day because I have no life.
But, the topic of this one is this: I don't think anyone has found the easter eggs yet.
I'm not going to tell you what that meant. Here's your clue, if you care: "Picture my obsessions, and travel."
There ya go.
Have fun.

Nyeah

No hints about that last post.
I got a new design. And, since the HTML was all done for me I can't change the font colors. So, if you want to read the new poll (or any other widget) and you're having trouble, just highlight it. Don't know what the heck I'm talking about? It's that thing you do before you hit "copy" when you "copy/paste" stuff. Just drag the mouse over the stuff you can't read. It helps.
Painting my room green. Kinda like this only darker. I love it! Can't wait 'till it's done!
So, yeah. I'll see you people...places.
Gosh I need a life.

There Are No Words in this Title

Super Duper Fly Ho....With Cheese.

No, I am not talking about you, Gurdy. Go get your cheese elsewhere. (Hm, just started typing 30 seconds ago and I already have two choir references.)
Anyway, no explanation for the title. It just sounds awesome. You need to hear it be said before it's really THAT funny, but'cha know.
*Sigh* I'm in an emo mood again...It switches a lot... but anyway... BORED. SOMEBODY freaking make CONTACT with me for once...geeeeeeeez. Well, I'm not going to rant on about all the darkness in life, because honestly, I'm used to it already. I don't really care. It's inevitable, not a big deal, and really shouldn't be as much of a shock as it sometimes is.
Ergh. I just did, in a way, didn't I?
Anywho...I like obsessions. You all who bothered to acknowledge the existence of my life and/or my blog probably know what I'm talking about when I say that obsessions help make life that much more worth living. But, once they take over your mind constantly in your daily life, you know it's gone to the extreme level only the very best fit to your personality reach.
Like... I constantly switch from obsession to obsession, completely disregarding one after another. But, for the first ten years of my life, I was completely in love with Hello Kitty. And because that obsession was so complete that I YouTube'd, Googled, and read every page of the official website over and over again, it stuck with me. I'm reluctant to give up my big dolls and little puppets, my dry-erase boards and notebooks. But, it has to be done. I mean, seriously. Look at my background.
Like today, since it irritates the Cheesy Ho to my Jai-ai and Hah, (I gotta use that one now...) I won't mention the name, but when she obsessed about the Beatles getting a certain manager on her birthday, I thought about how the band I am currently listening to had their first concert in New York on MY birthday... Yeah. I'm not sure if it was their first in America or not, but the first in New York. And that little thought made that moment just that little bit happier.
So...there was absolutely no point to this post. Seriously. Nothing whatsoever. You can post whatever opinion you want on the matter....I still haven't ranted about homosexuality and how I support them, even if I'm not one (which shouldn't be surprising...douches...) and still haven't done anything with that other blog...thinking of deleting it and making a different one for writing random literature... if anybody would care to contact me about it I would enjoy posting their own work on there to praise and review, since I'm not really the kinda chick who just shows off her work and nothing else...hopefully...ergh.
But, it's not like you care about my opinion anyway. I'm just gonna go. I know it's spring break and I'm not the least bit tired, but it's late...I could probably lay down in the darkness of my room and drown in my thoughts...that's always the best way to fall asleep. Unless the thoughts are about death.
What is it about nighttime that makes death so scary?  During the day, the thought of not existing, seeing nothing, being eternally unaware, they mean nothing to me. I could care less. But something about the darkness of night, the silence of it, the unclarity, makes all those things the most frightening thoughts I've ever had. Is it because, being able to see only some outlines in the dark, I'm as close as I can ever be to being dead while still being aware of it? Is it just me? Is it my mind slowly receding into insanity? Which, honestly I don't mind, but still.
This post was a lot longer than I planned. I can rant on about death later, but for now I'm just wasting all of your time who were nice enough to read this far. If anybody really is. Honestly I doubt I'm that interesting. The only thing interesting about me is...well...the obvious. Which isn't so much interesting as...well. You people at school might be able to get what I'm referring to.
AGH. Get over it Jenica. Well, since I basically said something like "bye" twice now, there's no point in saying -

Japan

The earthquake in Japan was so large it made the Earth spin a little faster. Now every day is 1.8 microseconds shorter. Also, it moved the whole country a full parking space to the east. Countries that move at all move only barely centimeters every year, and Japan moved 13 feet in a few days.
These people...they need help. This is worse than Haiti.

"The earthquake in Japan on March 11, consequent tsunami, and related exposures will result in a pre-tax insurance loss of $700m, AIG said."

700 million dollars.
I read a lot of other info about this in Time magazine that I can't remember...which I feel horrible about, by the way. Their economy is down the toilet and something (maybe stocks or the economy itself, I don't know) went down 14% in such little time.
Next time you're feeling sorry for yourself, imagine kneeling over a loved one on an island of rubble in the middle of an ocean of dirty, muddy water that wasn't there the day before. Imagine your home either being shaken down by an earthquake or drowned and toppled by a tsunami.
Yeah. Morbid thoughts kinda make that self-pity disappear, don't they?

      

Re-Design

Meh...I've been in one of those moods lately...soooooooooo yeah. The post font was the most difficult because any font that matched the background would be unreadable and I couldn't put on a solid-background-color thingy behind the posts because then you wouldn't be able to see the picture. I also had to make it scroll with the page, otherwise you would only be able to see their heads.
Gaaaaah. Anywho, how was your Sunday? If anyone bothers to comment. Mine was fine but...is about to become uncomfortable....ergh. Conversation with mom is not going to be fun...but...whatever. She has to know. All who are going "WTF?" I will explain at school. All who could care less may disregard this post... or at least this paragraph. Except for the first sentence. (Gaaaaah does not count.) I must know about your weekend! Seriously, either you people don't read my posts or you're just Silent Bobs. The first option I'm fine with but the latter is not acceptable! I must know if you are aliiiivvveee!
Hmmm....yesss.
Ergh...W.T.F.
Just saw my dad with no shirt and doctor gloves take something small out of the microwave...I'm honestly scared. XD Seriously though...that's creepy.
Anywho, I'mma go. My face is inexplicably warm and I must take a shower so I can freaking un-braid my hair...Yes, I took one last night and un-braided it but...I got bored. 'Nuff said.

I sigh.

Is it sad that my parents care more about how I look than I do? Yes...yes I think so.
Anywho, deleted page view counter. I never look at it and I really could care less how many times people checked my blog, since about half of those are probably just me being too lazy to visit the actual site where I made my playlist and click around until I can listen to my songs. No, I just find it easier to click the little button leading me to this very blog and let the music start on its own. Do you hear that? It's music. That you may or may not have already muted. I don't blame you, my musical choices can be a little explicit. They drop the f-bomb ONCE and it's already got a parental warning...
Hm...overly long paragraph.
Ah, well. With my big-ish font and thin-ish posting space, it doesn't surprise me if it looks even longer when you're reading this now.
I forgot crazy hair day yesterday. So, I just messed it up and braided it several times when I got bored (which is usual, but this time I didn't bother to undo the braids.) I still can't run a single finger through it without having a five-minute-long epidemic where my finger is stuck and my head hurts like h-e-double-hockey-sticks (trying to keep this blog PG people.)
...I don't like the Wii very much right now.
Anywho, for those who are still reading, thank you. Although you must be bored out of your mind, I appreciate your acknowledgement of my existence.
Wow, I can't believe I just spelled acknowledgement right on the first try...
I'm going to leave. My thoughts have been spewed onto the internet enough for one day.
I leave you with an extremely creepy Jane Lynch.