Codename: Boredom

hellow dear children
i am going to explode. if anyone knows me at all (not that a lot of people do, but if you happen to be one of those few... then you know)- i am not the kind of person that can be locked up in a house alone for many hours with nothing to do. sure, the first 5 minutes are very relaxing... but then i start to let my imagination take over. this, i like to call "first child syndrome". when the eldest child is forced to fend for his/herself while the parents play with the youngest child, whom you are not allowed to touch because you'll break her, then you have to rely on other methods of entertainment. some kids go bad during these stages. some, however (like myself), become denizens in their own imagination. yes, this is fun... but it is extremely dangerous. it makes everything in your life that ever happens fall short of your grand expectations. EVERYTHING looks better in my head. and it sucks, but i cannot for the LIFE OF ME figure out how to share my thoughts cohesively with the people around me. if they could just look inside my head for even a SECOND i feel that would make all the difference.
so where was i going with this rant?
oh yeah, why the hell am i stuck inside my house when i could be traveling the world and going on adventures like my father, who doesn't even appreciate it the way i would!?
and my parents wonder why i want to go far, FAR away for college...
i am going to explode if nothing happens... because if nothing happens, then i must make something happen...
and that would be
the
explosion.

hello there!
today, i am going to eat much mexican food and hit a unicorn named Pedro. he's filled with gummy dinosaurs, heart-shaped sunglasses, gummy bracelets, and confetti guts.
YAY!
are you satisfied now patty?

hello there.
i just ate 2 pieces of ice cream cake.
now i am going to exercise a LOT to work it off.
did you know 1 piece of carvel ice cream cake has 2oo calories and 11g of fat???!!!
i am going to work out till i cry... then i am going to work out some more.
YAY

Once Upon Today

Hello there children, it has been quite a while hasn't it?

I would like to introduce you to a special friend of mine,

Leon Zebadiah BenignBump

We have a very special friendship, Leon and I. We see each other every day because he lives on my wrist, quite close in fact to a major artery and my hand nerves. 

I hear the view is quite wonderful. 

Unfortunately, Leon has no regard for my feelings and I believe it is his goal in life to piss me off as much as he can until he is forcibly removed in June. 

But for now, Mr. BenignBump is here to stay with ginger child. 

this one's for patticus.

ahem...

WE HAVE A CHEM TEST TODAY!!!

the end.

ha, patty, i wrote a blog post... HA

Sooooooooooo....

Once there was a child... let's call her Amadea. So today Amadea woke up to the realization that she may not be living in her native country... let's call it Swainzia... any longer. Even though she has many friends and has scraped together some semblance of a life in Swainzia, the rulers of the land don't care. He father works for these rulers as a... let's say as an illusionist. So her father may possibly get promoted to master illusionist in his sector, which normally would be a good occurrence, except once you reach master illusionist in this specific sector, you have to relocate to monitor an embassy in a different land far away. So today Amadea may live in Swainzia with her friends, but tomorrow she may have to move to a land far away with no friends.

I WISH I HAD SPARKLES!!!

One More Thing

While I totally agree with carita and I am always here too

I don't think beauty is an emotion.

I'm pretty sure it's an adjective or sometimes a noun

but not an emotion 

Another Special Bulletin!

Once upon a time, some higher being decided to screw with the human race by bestowing upon them these weird little treasures called "emotions." These two edged swords both added to the joys of life and also really fucked things up... a lot. People became filled with substances labeled as beauty, pain, love, wrath, and sometimes an indescribable mixture of these rando chemicals. Then, after a while, many people exploded because they kept these feelings to themselves. After many eons, the homo sapiens realized that they should SHARE their emotions, at least with themselves, so they don't burst into flames (which is bad because humans are not phoenixes).
So, the moral of this story is that despite popular belief, it's OKAY to share your emotions. We all have our issues (yes, even fro-child has deep dark problems). So, if you just ever want to talk, I'm here for you. But only if you are ready... this is on a voluntary basis. I'm just throwing it out there.... but I was born with 2 ears and 2 eyes, so if you ever want to talk or type, I'm always here. gracias :)

SPECIAL BULLETIN!!

So just so everyone knows...

YOU ARE SPECIAL! There is no one else nor will there ever be anyone else with your unique combination of ideals and talents and faults and facial expressions. The you that you are is FANTABULOUS just the way you are and you shouldn't feel the need to change that. Fact: You are smart enough and pretty enough and nice enough and GOOD enough as you are. It someone can't accept you, then they sucky dipshit who doesn't deserve the wonderfulness of your presence(in case you were wondering). I feel as if there are a lot of people who don't hear that enough. 

Also

It's okay to just be. As in, you don't have be doing something of every second of every day. It's okay to just stop and chilax and just roll with it. 

just saying 

Once Upon Today (Still April 8)

Although I have already pointed it out and complained quite frequently, I shall share again. I have a bump on my wrist. A hard and hurtful bump. Unfortunately, I told my mother, the same mother who I frequently tell about my injuries who always says,

"Meghan, did you take medicine?

Yes.

So stop complaining in that voice.

What voice?

That one.

The one I'm using now? My normal voice?

No. You are whining and yelling.

Mother, I am neither whining nor yelling. So basically your saying you hate your only daughter's voice?

When you talk like that? Yes.

Glad we have this convo momma."

So the point is she POKED it and then said it could possibly be a "fatty mass" and that I need to go to the doctor. She is waking me up at 8:00 on my first day of break to go to the doctor. Who is a dipshit.

Once upon April 8

DAMMIT
sometimes you just gotta shout
and let it all out

i traveled to the hotel california
and i tried to run for the door
but all i could do was check out
because you can NEVER leave
we are all prisoners of our own device
so true, eagles, so true

also, i send you all my dreams
because they look much better in my head than out of my mouth
so i send them to you all telepathically
Paco

Also once upon this same day in a parallel dimension...

There was a platypus named Delilah who had spontaneously sparkley fur. Delilah grudgingly, and against her will, hoola hooped until she couldn't shwing her hips anymore. Then, she exploded into flames like a phoenix (!) and turned into a unicorn. This unicorn (still called Delilah) banished the evil person (who made her hoola hoop) to an dastardly land brimming with rainbows and prunes! (because the evil person who caused the horrid hooping is immune to physical pain and only cringes at the sight of happiness and fiber)
the end?

Once Upon Today.

The Lacksidasical Chronicles of Paco the Dragon and His Journeys of the Life Ilk

Paco the Dragon was quite a tad sad. His favorite friend, Fernando, the noxious fruit fly, had died. This sudden departure from Paco's life caused him to greatly question the meaning of life and his role in the Universe as a dragon with a purple birthmark.  This continued until Paco the Dragon sat on and nearly killed Daffodil the Giraffe. Daffodil was a shining beacon of delightfulness in Paco's otherwise uber emo world. And so they lived happily ever after. 

Once upon today...

hello blogosphere!

*sparkle sparkle*

currently typing is fro-child (i am called this because i am an amazon warrior princess with large curly hair that does not abide by the laws of the universe).

previously typing was ginger (she is called this because she is the flame haired mermaid princess of the mystical sea kingdom far beyond).

together, we created this bloggy thinger, in which we shall document the fairytale of our lives.

mostly, our content shall encompass neon colored sunshine dust combined with the appropriate dose of sarcasm.

hooray!

so

stay tuned earth children

stay tuned...

sparkle sparkle