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.