Help! I’M BEING HELD CAPTIVATED!

Mwaha. That came to me last night and I thought it was hilarious. In the light of day, not as much. But I do heart anthropology, so we can pretend that that applies there.
I am really liking all my classes (even though drama scares me because somehow it’s the heaviest courseload) and all of my teachers except for one.
He is my biology teacher, and he’s Russian, and speaks very quiet. Him being Russian isn’t the part I object to. Plus he spent ten minutes talking about “biological proof” of creationism.
Which would be fine if I was taking religious studies or something.
I have followed the trend and got me some pets. Plus, I moved my songs to the bottom. I loved them, but they were so laggy. So they are there, If anyone wants wonderful melodies while they read my engrossing entries.

Alrighty, what with all the pictures, I gots a leetle jelus, and fished out my camera, which had barely enough energy left to git pictures of my plants. which also shows how bad at picturing i am.

This up here is Barbara.

This one needs a name! perhaps contest points for the winnar?

This fella (or filly) also needs a designation.

This here is Donkey Kong.

DUDE

So, as I sign in to post, it prompts me to switch over. I was very confused. After a long, confusing, and ultimatley stupidly simply process, I have rediscovered how to sign in and unearthed a blog I didn't know I had. Wow. I guess it'll just sit there or something...
Yesterday, ma papa took me and Pierre to Happy Feet. Which is an excellent movie. grin. much better than the first movie of the new year, Dark Man. Which was horrible, despite having Frances McDormand, Liam Neeson and Bruce Cambell (!) in it.

And now, the splendid list thing:

List 12 People:
1. Liam Neeson
2. Peter
3. Hannah
4. Jacob
5. Kesinee
6. Joelle
7. Kathleen
8. Eve
9. Rita
10. Liam (brother)
11. Sigourney Weaver
12. Paula

Q: Have you ever kissed 7? Not as i ken remember.
Q: What's the best memory you have of nine? I don't know if it's the best, but I'm rather fond of MMLLYYYYYIIIIII.
Q. Whens the nest time you're going to see 4? NO clue. We'll probably run into eachother at safeway in 20 years.
Q. Is Number 8 pretty? She shore is.
Q. What was your first impression of number 10? I really don't remember. atall. maybe his hair.
Q. How did you meet 3? twas in grade three. and she said she could juggle. liar.
Q. Is 11 your best friend? oh, how i wish that were true.
Q. Have you seen 5 in the last month? I shall include december when i say yes indeedly.
Q. Do you think 2 has a crush on you? dear god i hope not.
Q. When was the last time you saw 12? probaly grad...no, summerstock. which is sad.
Q. Have you ever been to 1's house? nay. but i want to. i bet there is fun stuff there. like maybe a lightsaber.
Q. When's the next time you'll see 10? in 3 minutes or less, i'll wager.
Q. Are you really close to 3? physically, we're all over eachother. rawwr. but really, yes.
Q. Have you ever been to the movies with 4? no. but i bet we have similar tastes.
Q. Have you ever gotten into trouble with 2? yes. we beat on eachother. at least when we were younger.
Q. Would you ever go out with 7? how to address this. shall i be wittily obtuse, or truthful? i don't think i would.
Q. What do you and number 3 talk about the most? politiks, and th' good ol infirmary days. maybe?
Q. Do you even know 9? as far as i know, yes.
Q. Would you give number 12 a hug? yes. i would.
Q. Are you in love with number 7? 7 of 9, maybe. not the seven of my list.
Q. Do you know a secret about number 9? i don't think so. if i do, i've probably forgotten it.
Q. Describe the relationship between number 9 and number 5. they have a secret, wild, passionate love. i spy on them, you see.
Q. What is the best thing about your friendship with number 10? it's sibling based. we're not friends, we're frenimies. (yay wonderfalls)
Q. Have you ever danced with number 7? neither one of us are much with the cancing, but we've crazy-jigged a time or two.
Q. How long have you known number 11? i don't. but i'm hopeful for a meaningful relationship in the future.
Q. Have you ever been in a fight with number 8? i don't think so.
Q. Would 2 and 4 make a good couple? aha. i think so.
Q. Have you ever wanted to punch number 2 in the face? yes. and i may have.
Q. Has number 1 ever met your mother? not as far as i know. but i haven't known her all her life.
Q. How did you meet number 6? i believe we were in a class together in grade 3. and then she wanted to be my friend. lord knows why, but i'm grateful.
Q. What would happen if you put 10 and 12 in a room together? not much. there may be staring.
Q. Did you ever accidentally physically hurt number 5? yes. i have. with a football, in gym class.
Q. What is the best memory you have with number 1? i saw him in a movie.
Q. do you live close to 7? somewhat. closer than i do to most.
Q. What is number 3s favourite food? earwigs and breadmold.
Q. Of your 12, which would you say is the funniest? i don't know. they're all pretty ridiculous.
Q. Who is the most flirtatious? 10. but he's not very good at it.
Q. If you could change one thing about number 10, what would it be? i'd make him shorter. forever.
Q. Say something nice about number 11. She kicks Alien ASS.
Q. Which one lives the farthest away? 1 or 11.
Q. Which one do you hang out with the most? my brothers. i am too lazy to see what numbers they are.
Q. The quietest? i haven't heard anything from 11 in a long time....
Q. What kind of car does number 12 have? i'm not sure. i'm going to say a moped. grin.
Q. Have you traveled anywhere with number 8? westcoast? beats me.
Q. If you gave number 2 $100 tonight, what would they spend it on? he might save it, or buy food.

wow. that took forever. because mom kept interrupting.
my new hobby, since i have been suggested at to get one, is novel-writing. mwaha! tis a genius plan.

The magicest part is the fungus

Fungi are the best things ever. They really and truly are. for example: http://waynesword.palomar.edu/slime1.htm

learn about slime mold! admire the pictures!

someday, i shall wander through the forst with a camera, and poke about, and find lots of mushrooms and molds and fungi and moss.

Having finally doled out point for the contest, i figured i could update too. but it will be short. (yay! nay?) alrighty. so, fully ensnared in the grips of nostalgia after watching animaniacs and the bump in the night opening song, i have added some aqua songs, and am in the process of adding some blondie songs (although they have much less to do with my childhood). and if the songs are causing my blog to lag horribly for anyone else, sorry. i love them, and i'm keeping them. cept i think i'll begin to cycle through them, and get rid of the christmas ones after said holiday. which is sooo close.....yay!

LALALALAAAAA

i had a cool dream. i dreamt i was using heroin. and i totally knew how to do everything, and i was so suave with it, but i had, like, 5 times the amount of equipment i needed and i wasn't actually sure it was heroin. i don't think i ever got to the injecting myself, cause i kept fumbling around. and then i woke up, went back to sleep, and this time i shot up at least three times in the same amount of minutes, but nothing ever happened.
hey, in case you were wondering, the materials i used in my dream (or attempted to use) were cotton ball, spoon, lighter, shoelace, water, needle/syringe thing. and "heroin". (which may have been flour or icing sugar or baking soda. definetly not a rock.)
which leads me to belive i read too much. cause i definetly read about how to do heroin, and then i dreamed about it several months later.
speaking of scary things, there is this display in the atrium by the campus women's group, and it is the most psycho thing ever. i think it's supposed to be a tribute to battered women, or something. it consists of about 30 of these: take an overlarge piece of black paper. with chalk, like at a crime scene, draw the profile of a woman's head. then, proceed to liberally splatter the whole thing with dark red paint. the effect: very creepy. i don't know what point they are trying to shock into people. because the people who would be shocked wouldn't beat up a woman in the first place.
i am supposed to get christmas songs to put on here for hermy. i should get on that. hey, if people have song requests, i'll do my best to fill them.
a new contest for people, as has been demanded: describe a cure for poverty. can be ridiculous. will be "pointed" on grounds of logic, viability, verility (kidding) and political appeal.

Alrighty. It is three o'clock in the friggin' morning, and I have been lying in bed for over an hour. But my brain has decided it needs to have it's profound thoughts when I would much rather be sleeping. Thoughts like "if dirty means covered in dirt, then grubby is a very disturbing word." And now, this latest revelation apparently needs to be shared before I can get any sleep. Here it goes:

I am not happy. Generally, I am content. But I am not happy. this is because things annoy me. things like homophobia, and rape, and white supremacists. only when there is no more hate, no more rage, no more intolerance, fear, pain, or hunger, only when no-one is ever cold, or alone, or despairing, or sick, will i be happy. until there is just love, love, love and the world is full of it, can i be really and truly happy.

so guys, when you read this, i fully expect you to go "man, is alison sure sleep deprived and crazy." but i also expect you to go "but she is also right." people, and if, by some miracle, a stranger happens upon this, i mean you too, the next time someone is crying, talk to them. the next time someone needs a hand, carry their bags, or walk them across the street, or call a cab. pick up litter. buy fair trade coffee. volunteer. educate. Love with everything you've got, and i'll do the same.

you know that commercial, for the tv, with all the superballs? how they released 250 000 of them? well, i realized that that isn't even enough for everybody in san fransisco. at first, this depressed the heck outta me, but now, it gives me a whole lot of hope. if just one in four people picked up a bouncy ball in san fran, they'd be gone in no time. so if one in four people in the world chooses to make a difference, one in ten, one in a hundred, we'd still be gettin somewhere. somewhere better.

thanks fer listenin'. or readin'. whichever.

F is for Friends who do stuff together.

Alrighty. so i am extremely pleased at how large our little blog community is. in my head, anyway.
i also had something very profound to say, but now it's gone.
hey, you know those motion-detecting hostile-shredding sentry guns from Aliens? (suuure ya do). well, this fellow built one out of a bb gun, an old computer, a web cam, and some other stuff. here's a video of it, if you wanna check it out: http://cs-people.bu.edu/aaron/turret/small/short.mov

the link on my picture blurb, btw, is of a personal helicopter. not the Airscooter, some other japanese type. they cost about 31 000 and are apperently going to be released next year. or so i hear.

One last entertaining link: www.phoenixmasonry.org/masonicmuseum/demoulin/index.htm
Who knew it was such a big deal?

SO, being as i have no life, i spent my weekend on this blog (which i am unhealthily obsessed with), watching clips of stargate, an old 21 jump street episode, and doing marginal amounts of studying and extraordinary amounts of sleeping.

should each contest be closed after the next post goes up? i should give this consideration. but for now, i shall leave last post's contest open until further notice.

i have rediscovered my calculator. the respondents who, er, respond within 24 hrs will be given a number and a number will be randomly generated. the person whose assigned number gets picked will recieve 3 points, and the next two generated will get 1 each.

(as i really get into this contest thing.)(i need to get real good prizes.)

Alrighty, so i had a very uneventful day. i got up late, and am probably staying up late. and there are loads of things i should be doing, but aren't. so i hate myself. but hey, it's contest time! let's start with some light iq type thingies:

if a splokett is a wrench, and a wrench is a hooha, but a hooha is also a splokett, how insane is wulf?

All better now.

I have sobered up from my rage binge, and am all better. plus, mostly everybodies christams shopping is done. (i spent 60 dollars on posters.)(which makes me sound cheap and lazy)(which is okay, cause i am).

i was thinking about changing my picture blurb, but decided against it, because everyone needs to experience. (okay, maybe the rage isn't quite all gone. but at least it's not lethal anymore.)

plus, people need to admire my songs. yay, so swell. (an idea which i freely admit i stole. points if you guess who from.) hey, points! gives me a super grand idea. i shall make a side bar, and occasional contests, and people who leave comments with the best or correct answers arbitrarily get awarded points. and i'm sure there'll be prizes occasionally.

Bitchinest Day ever.

Oi had this huge ramble all planned out earlier, but now it's gone. i haven't forgot it, persay, it just seems particularily ridiculous now.

i keep having urges to censor myself. i'm not sure why. i feel like typing, so i am gonna type and ramble goddammit, and if you don't like it you can skip to the interesting parts, but WHOOPS, THERE AREN'T ANY!

my life is so boring. they should make me a saint, cause i've been martyred by it. or a knight, cause i ain't religious. but i'm not a man either, and i haven't exactly performed great services on behalf of britain. phooey. there goes that plan.

i wanted to go to sleep at five. but then i decided that was ridiculous. why i am so sleepy all the time? i generally get at least nine hours of sleep a night.

i have concluded that the people in university have the emotional maturity of 7 year olds with their first crushes. 7 year olds who curse like sailors. or truckdrivers. (sailors and truckdrivers curse because they are also emotionally immature and deprived of physical pleasures, which frustrates them sexually, which they repress and makes them stupider)

wow am i in a bad mood. there is a cloud of evil hovering around my head. i am freakin pissed, baby.

i really don't have anything against truckdrivers or sailors. i like sailing. (not so much truckdriving, but i can't please everybody)(especially right now. sod off, truckdrivers, if i've hurt your widdle feewings.)