It’s Halloween Month!…or as the common folk call it…October.

Happy Halloween Month!

It’s happening!

It’s here.

The only time of year where my clothing accessories can be considered “normal.”

Love it.

Thought I’d get a good start by wearing all my bat stuff today.

I do enjoy my bats.

Some might say, I’m quite batty.

Haha.

Get it?

Do you?

DO YOU GET IT?!

Oh…you do.

Huh.

Good for you then.

I’m proud.

I’m also in a bit earlier than normal.

See, usually I come in at 10 but then I was like super late yesterday so I told myself to come in early today.

Also Boss Lady is in early today.

So I had to be in.

Otherwise it would be awkward sauce.

Hopefully she’s still in that meeting she told me about earlier cause that makes this less awkward.

Now, here’s the slight problem I have.

She gave me a few things to do.

Should I wait and do them at my official start time of 10 a.m. or should I do them now?

It’s a problem.

On one hand, I’m not on the clock for another 10 minutes, on the other hand she could be out of her meeting at any moment and see me not doing my working things.

Struggles.

Trail Mix walked by again.

Can always count on Trail Mix to make my decision easier.

I’m gonna start doing the work she asked me to do, this way I can maybe leave 10 minutes earlier.

That sounds like a good plan.

Sounds like an excellent plan actually.

I deserve a self five on that one.

SELF-FIVE!

I did it.

But the clap was a bit louder than I thought so it’s possible it echoed down the hall.

It defiantly echoed down the hall.

Whoops.

At least everyone knows I did something deserving of a self-five.

Or there was a bug.

Highly likely everyone thought it was a bug.

Oh well.

Snap crackle pop! Boss Lady is back.

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I quick did the one thing she needed me to do.

It was just a scan and email though so it went pretty quick.

There’s not much else I need to do aside from walk over to another building to drop off something.

Which is great cause I’m still stuck in my Hobbit Mood so I want to go on a journey.

My Hobbit soundtrack came on this morning and it was so inspiring.

Not really.

Oh lookie here, I gots some visitors.

I do enjoy visitors.

It’s club peeps so if I look suspicious like whatever.

It’s Bestie and Princess.

Oh man.

Oh and club leader.

Cool!

So Bestie thinks I’m coming after her man who is the Club Leader…

That would be like me coming on to my own brother.

Ew.

Homie don’t play that.

I told her that too.

She laughed.

Good.

Takes the scary attention away from me, cause when people come after her man she’s very defensive.

Technically speaking he isn’t her man though.

He’s like 30 something. She just likes to claim he is cause it’s entertaining.

I find amusement in it.

And what the heck was that…

Trail Mix…in plaid?

I don’t know how I feel about this.

The only ones who can wear plaid are the hottie hot prof and hottie hot hot prof.

Not you Trail Mix.

Though it does go well with your name.

Very lumberjack woodsman like.

Everyone should have one of those.

The lumberjack woodsman.

That’s a helpful thing to have.

Seriously.

Never know when you need to chop down a tree.

Or a big bad wolf.

I like the big bad wolf.

Okay, I’m having some serious problems with Once Upon A Time. It’s warping my view man. I want the villains to get their happy ending.

What?!

Yeah.

I’m cheering for the villains. I mean, this isn’t a new thing for me Harley Quinn, Loki, Roddy Piper. They’re all villains and I’ve always been more entertained by them and loved them for their villanous ways. That doesn’t mean I condone everything they do. That’s a bad thing. However, the Evil Queen has me saying, you know what, “Villains deserve happy endings too.” They shouldn’t though. They’re bad. I mean, her name is the EVIL Queen. But at the same time, she’s redeemed herself. She’s helped out more times than I can count and she’s human. She makes mistakes and look at her upbringing. And all I can think of is, is she the Evil Queen because it’s what’s expected of her? Cora really put her through the ringer. I don’t condone the bad things she did, but all she wants is a happy ending. Doesn’t she deserve that?

She’s really warping my mind man.

The line between Hero and Villain is slim.

After all, isn’t the villain the hero of their own story?

Think of it like that.

It’s a very subjective spectrum.

I hate subjective, makes it more difficult.

Then again, it’s what helps me get away with a lot of things.

Cause normal to me isn’t normal to other people.

And that sounds like a great pin from Hot Topic.

I should write for them.

I write some very deep and philosophical things that’ll make many of high school outcast feel like they belong.

I mostly liked hot topic for the nerd part of it.

And the unicorns.

I love unicorns.

And I like witty sayings and pins.

Sometimes I just want a fandom pin.

Maybe I want a pin celebrating bacon.

You never know.

I like to have options.

And I have a thing that I gotta buy one pin everytime I go in and –

HOLY CRAP THE PRINTER

DECOY TAB GO!

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Okay, it’s safe for the moment.

Boss Lady is gone.

She wanted me to do something but the computer was like, nah man.

It was great.

So now I might have to go on another adventures.

Adventures are fun, I do enjoy them.

However, I really kind of want her to leave cause I got a good doodle that I need to finish and I have my coloring book today.

That’s right.

I brought my coloring book.

It’s a mermaid one.

It was between that and my Hello Kitty one but I felt the dollar store mermaid was a bit better. In the off-chance something happens to it or something. Though while I was at the Dollar Store buying the coloring book in the summer, cause I was going to a convention and I though having a coloring book would be great for the lines, and I was right…except I forgot it in the room which totally is not cool. Oh well. Still, I have it and while I bought it I also bought sketchy Dollar Store crayons. Which were awesome cause they had the Avengers on them. The crayons were a bit on the sketch side so I didn’t want to get the super awesome Lisa Frank Coloring book or the Avengers coloring book cause I don’t feel those crayons would have done it a justice. And I was right cause it didn’t even give the mermaid one justice when I decided to test out the crayons while I was unpacking from the con. Cause unpacking is usually such an effort for me.

I usually wait until like a month after or something to officially unpack and even then it’s just my suitcase and any purse or backpack I brought with me is out of rotation until I desperately need it or I get into a room cleaning mood. It took me 2 months to unpack my Wrestlemania Bag I brought to the con with me…it had a lot of spoons.

We like to play spoons.

Spoons is a Con tradition for me and my peeps.

However next year I’m thinking of bringing the Deathnote Mafia game I found online. I would have to print it out and make it fancy of course…

Maybe I’ll do that sometime before I leave.

Cause they have cardstock.

I could totally use some cardstock.

Then I’ll get my mom to laminate them…

This could be a really great thing.

Or a bad one.

Not sure yet.

So on Friday, I’m thinking of doing a little ransack of my office.

Taking the things I want kind of thing.

Like…there’a box of Sharpies.

I will probably take one of them home with me.

I’ll defiantly take a post-it thing home with me.

Maybe two.

A white out thing would be awesome too…

Now I’m getting greedy.

I shouldn’t take advantage like that.

I am going to use the cardstock though.

And a sharpie.

I need sharpies.

They’re my life blood.

I actually just like to use them for outlining on bigger projects.

Like when I make posters, I like to use a black outline.

I can use paint for the rest of the poster, but in order to clean it up it needs a black outline and the sharpie or any other black permanent marker gives the best and most clean one.

So I just went up and looked in my big cabinet of goodies and saw there is one box of sharpies and there are four left…I’m definently taking one. I’m also talking post-its and a handful of pencils cause there are a lot of them up there.

I’m gonna bring an empty pencil-case on Friday and go to town on them.

Sounds like a great plan.

I’ll need this stuff for my new job I might get.

See, everyone’s been trying to get me a job.

I mean everyone.

Cool Dude.

My Mom.

Boss Lady.

Finally I was like, you know what I might as well go for one. At least this one is run by one of my club member alumni’s.

But still…

I’m scared.

I don’t know how to voice this fear too.

I’m afraid to fail.

I’m afraid to enter the work force.

I’m afraid I’ll enter this nine to five and never do anything else with my life again.

I’m afraid of growing up.

…I think that’s the biggest thing. All my fears are deep-rooted in my fear of growing up. I have Peter Pan syndrome and while I love Peter Pan and love my childish quality to life I don’t want to lose it as I enter the big person world.

The safety net of college is over.

I have to stop self-sabotoging myself and go for these jobs, cause how do I know what I don’t like if I don’t try it.

Time to explore the shore up above.

Channel my inner mermaid.

And there goes the hottie hot prof.

Inspirational moment over, dreaming of my hottie hot prof is now in the forefront of my mind and oh snap, the printer.

Cheeze-it! It’s the cop.

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It was Boss Lady and she came in as I was typing my last thing.

I just looked at her as she talked and then slowly minimized the thing by switching to another tab and by gosh the hottie hot prof has to stop walking by. I will get no productivity done at this rate.

None!

Not that I have much to be productive about.

I’m waiting on an email response and depending on what it says my day schedule will change with it.

Hopefully she says yes cause I really wanna just get out of the office for a moment.

One of those days you know.

That or I really wanna color or doodle or something of the sort.

And oh look, Assistant Club Leader just walked by.

Wonder what he’s doing down this way.

He usually doesn’t come this way.

Unlike Club Leader who comes this way specifically to see me.

Or get the skittles.

Mostly skittles.

I love skittles

They taste like rainbows.

I think.

Never tasted a rainbow.

Not for lack of trying though.

I once walked around an entire track like 5 times cause I thought the rainbow ended somewhere on it and I would find the gold and skittles. There wasn’t any gold and definitely no skittles.

Makes me sad.

I did find some moss on the track though. I thought that was a leprechaun’s trail. I’m like, “We’re getting close! He left us a trail to follow.” He didn’t or he really did and that was just a decoy to throw us through a loop.

I think it was.

Leprechauns are mischievous little buggers, so I wouldn’t put it past them.

I hope he was amused by watching me search.

He was probably in the trees watching me look around like a fool. Laughing it up.

Laugh it up Leprechaun.

Laugh it up.

Maybe you could be in my room right now.

Which would be cool.

He probably hides whenever Trail Mix comes in. Cause Trail Mix is back and he’s walking pass my room as we speak.

It’s terrifying.

I feel the need to write by hand right now.

I like to write in cursive on occasion and I’m feeling that need right now. I usually do this for my journal, my real life physical journal…it’s just a $0.79 notebook from staples really. Still it’s my journal full of stories and doodles. So I might do that for a little bit until Boss Lady has something for me to do.

Good plan.

I’m a great planner.

Alrighty, everyone know the plan?

Ready?

Break!

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Break done.

Well it’s been done for quite some time now.

I actually started doing work in my pseudo break and then I took an early lunch cause Bestie was like, come to the club and I’m like, now?

So I went and when I came back I did more work and found a work thing on my desk but I have no idea what to do with it and it says, “Ask me @ this.”

What does that even mean?

I wanted to ask Boss Lady but Oldest Guy was in there talking to her and she awkwardly brought me in to introduce myself.

Then I awkwardly stand there until I say I got some things to do.

I had no things to do.

I was gonna read.

But then Trail Mix came in.

Now usually he does his thing and looks somewhere else but today he just stood in front of my desk and just stared at me. It was so awkward! I just started smiling and kept looking at my paperwork on my desk but a few chuckles escaped cause I couldn’t help myself.

Don’t put me in awkward situations!

I laugh.

Especially when that awkward situation is a silence.

When my brother was going college to college to visit the campuses I would go with them. It was fun sort of, but the first one everyone gathered around in a fancy room where everyone was glaring at everyone. Then we walked into a smaller more condensed room where they sat everyone. Now, everyone is a student athlete, specifically football. So there’s only so many spots and scholarships for this many people. We’re all jam packed into a tiny little room. It’s silent as a grave. Then all the sudden, I started thinking about something that made me laugh uncontrollably. Cause occasionally that happens, I start thinking of something and then I can’t stop. It’s really bad. Like whenever I think of the time my friends and I were leaving the con late at night and we’re all falling asleep except for the driver and she’s yelling at us and we missed our exit cause we were running on such little sleep it’s not even funny. Well it’s funny now. Not so much then. And all i kept saying was “What about the tunnel?” And we had not gone through any tunnel. I heard us go through a tunnel. So I stand by my belief that we went through a tunnel. According to Flower Power who was the driver that night, we got nowhere near a tunnel. I heard a tunnel. I’m now sitting in my office laughing absurdly about the tunnel.

At least I’m alone in the office.

I was not alone in that room.

The room was filled.

And all you hear is my cackling.

…if you heard my laugh you would think it’s a cackle, I blame my mom’s family.

Genetics man.

Genetics made me a loud laughing ginger.

That’s my mutant power, amplified voice…I could work with that.

Anyway.

Long story short, I broke the awkward silence in the room cause soon everyone was talking to each other or at least their families about the little hyena girl.

I was cool though.

I got bacon that day.

And any day where I get bacon is a good day.

No.

Scratch that.

I’m actually going to see if I can scratch that.

Did it.

I scratched it.

Because I totally changed my mind.

Any day where I get bacon is a GREAT day.

Boom.

Signed.

Sealed.

Delivered.

I’m yours.

Love that song.

Such a great song.

So great.

It would be greater if Boss Lady would leave soon though.

I’m not used to her being here on Wednesdays…

I wanna colorrrrr

Really badly.

REALLY badly.

I have my rainbow pens and everything.

Cause no matter where I go, I cannot go without a pen.

Like, I was so sad that I wasn’t going back to school cause I no longer could buy school supplies. Then this job came along and I’m like, “YES! A CHANCE FOR THAT AWESOME AVENGERS PENCIL CASE I WANTED.”

So I got the $0.49 pencil case.

And a whole lot of rainbow pens.

And pencils.

The pencils aren’t rainbow.

They’re normal.

I might make them rainbow one day.

I have the technology.

By that I mean I have the crafting supplies.

I have so many things to craft with that I just want to start a new craft project but I don’t want to deal with the parentals being like, “Whatcha doing? Why are you doing that? Don’t make a mess? What do you need to do that for?”

I just like to craft.

I’m the crafter in my Friend Family.

They go to me for advice and when I don’t have the advice I know the online tutorial that can help them.

Which is why I really want to start making a Lady Loki Cosplay.

I think that would be a great piece for me to do. The problem is it’s so intricate and I need to learn a lot of skills and I think that’ll be the best one to help me in the long run. Like that be the cosplay I’m always working on in the back of my mind while I might do the small projects for the other ones. This could be a thing.

I want it to be a thing.

I really wanna be a Lady Loki.

So badly.

So badly that it hurts.

I don’t know when I can do it. Maybe I’ll finally go to the local comic-con next year and spend the money on it.

Next year meaning 2016.

Cause I don’t think it’s enough time to be 2015.

Even though it’s only October, if I want it to be as fabulous as possible.

Loki is a very flawed character who looks absolutely flawless.

The opposites in this one being makes Loki truly intriguing.

That’s why I want to be Lady Loki.

Cause no matter how flawed you may be and no matter how many hardships you face, you can still show yourself as powerful.

I love that.

Plus…I just really really REALLY love Loki.

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So, Boss Lady and Head Secretary Lady just stopped by.

Head Secretary Lady invited me to the secretaries meeting tomorrow!

I feel so special and important.

I defiantly need to be on time tomorrow.

I’ll do what I did today.

Despite not needing to be in until 10, I’ll make my departure time to be 9:30 as opposed to 9:50 I usually make it, cause then I’ll lose all initiative to actually get ready and leave in time.

Plus I’ll pick out what I’m wearing tonight.

That’ll be easy.

Maybe.

I hope.

Fingers crossed for easy.

I gotta look the part tomorrow, while still looking cute.

I actually think I know the exact thing I’ll wear.

I’ve worn it already, but it’ll work.

We agree?

Agree.

So now I think it’s time I say my farewells.

I’ll miss you all.

Truly I will.

But fret not, tomorrow is another day.

Happy Halloween Month!

Toodles~

…Boss Lady just left…hehehehe, time to color~

Hello…Again. Friend of a friend, I knew you when…

Scott Pilgrim vs the World is one of my favorite soundtracks.

It’s all this awesome original stuff and it’s a pretty great movie too.

So I was finally caught in my lateness this morning and I’m like oh gosh what do I do?!

And I was like, tell the truth.

So I did.

The truth set me free.

And my gosh, the student that walked into the office across from me has a very HAIRY neck.

Like oh my gosh dude…

Is there irony in the fact that he was wearing a Chewbacca shirt too?

Cause I kid you not that just happened…

I don’t even know what I was gonna say.

I’m still blinded by the fur.

Boss Lady came by.

That’s something and she needs me to make a few deliveries across campus today so I might as well go now while there are people in the hallway and it’ll make me look super productive as opposed to later when I’m gonna be typing in this and doodling all day.

Time for an adventure.

I’m going on an adventure!

Maybe I’ll find Thorin’s Company.

That’ll be fun! I wanna hang with them.

They seem like good people.

You know, when they’re not suffering from the gold sickness.

Not cool man.

Speaking of cool men, did I ever tell you about the time I met Sir Ian?

No?

Then gather round kiddies this will be a tale.

Not really, I just happen to be in New York while he was there for his show. My friend and I were like, you wanna go? Not to the actual show though. We just waited outside for him after. So we went down the sketchy back alley where the show is. Now mind you, it’s around 9 at night and the only people in our little sketch alley were a small family who asked me for directions. Me! Like I was a real local. I felt like Rory when she was asked directions while in New York with Jess. So now its me and my friend and some nice security guard who I offered my candy to. He said no, so stinks for him, he missed out on an awesome twizzler. So now an hour later…

there goes the hottie hot prof. That plaid is looking good on him today.

I love it.

Just like how I love him.

*cough cough*

Anyway.

SO AN HOUR LATER she and I are still chilling in the sketch place and people start coming out and talk about how great the show is. So, we’re in the front of the crowd to meet the people, but I’m like, dude, what do we do for the non-Sir Ian people. We can’t just not let them sign anything especially with us in the front. So I dig through my purse and pull out the hotel stationery that I stuck in there earlier in the day cause of the meetings we were going to there. So, the first guy comes out, he’s very nice and very pretty, and I’m just like, “You were so amazing.” And he smiles and thanks me, but my friend laughs as he walks away cause I totes just played the dude. We’re surrounded by playbills and then there’s us with hotel stationery. Sir Ian comes out next and he’s decked out in uggs and a pink scarf and he’s so awesome I was shaking. I pull out my Hobbit and he signs it all cool like.

I met him, he signed my book, and I got a photo with him.

Life was good.

Life was great.

Until my brother asked who it was I was in the picture with…

Struggles.

Gets better though. Sir Patrick Stewart was also in the play. I don’t have any of my Sir Patrick related merch, the fact that I had my copy of the Hobbit was a miracle in itself. So he comes out and all we have is hotel stationery. He’s sweet and things go great and some chick is like, “My phone died before I could get a photo, could you text me those, my mom will kill me if I don’t have any.” So I’m like sure no problem and then I texted her and she and I bonded but never heard from each other afterwords.

Such a great night. Up there with my top 5 celebrity meetings.

My meeting with Vic Mignogna is still number one just because I got a kiss on the cheek from him.

I was singing the songs and we were singing together and he was super sweet and I was happy with life.

Not happy with life right now though.

Why?

So Boss Lady jacked my pen.

My Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pen.

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I went out made all the deliveries.

Came back and checked which building one was meant to go, got lost in that building and had to ask 3 different people for directions but I found my way.

I can go the distance.

One of my favorite Disney Songs.

Of like all time.

So while I was walking and making deliveries I found someone I haven’t seen in like ever.

My best friend from grade school’s mom.

I was like a permanent fixture at their house sometimes, I was the friend from school that always came over and chilled with.

She and I were the best of friends.

Then after our freshman year of highschool she transferred to an all girls school and I stayed with my school.

Her leaving kind of changed me as a person cause I no longer had her as a friend in the school I now had to reach out and make new friends and that was terrifying.

So I stuck a bit close to her sister who I was okay with, and through her sister I made other friends and that’s how I made the two friends I’m super besties with today.

But seeing her made me question for a moment, how different would I have been if she stayed at school with me.

Would I be the same as I was in freshman year?

Would I still be me and would she be similar to me?

Would the two of us be the exact same as we are now and the falling out would have been dramatically different?

Which starts me thinking, how different would my life be if I turned left instead of right one day?

The Doctor Who episode makes a great sort of example of how one tiny move can affect the entire world, but how accurate is that?

It’s way too early to get this deep and philosophical.

Boss Lady will be done with class in a half hour…

That’ll probably be the best time to doodle.

Cool Dude is in class too and Trail Mix has his door closed, so all things are coming up me right now…

Though one secretary needs some papers that I have and she has them right now so I need to wait for her to return before I can go and doodle away to my heart’s content…

Maybe I’ll doodle a dwarf.

I’m in a Lord of the Rings kind of mood today.

I could spend my entire day watching the Director’s cut…

If only I had a tablet.

That would be the perfect thing to do at work on my slow days.

Dangit.

Forgot my coloring book.

I was gonna color.

Maybe tomorrow.

And there goes the worst advisor in the history of advising.

Jerk.

I think he’s being mean to the hottie hot prof.

No one is mean to my hottie hot prof.

No one.

Except maybe me if we ever get to that level of friendship.

We never will though.

We’re simply two ships sailing by one another.

But I’m a pirate ship so I’m cool with life.

Maybe I’ll doodle another pirate.

I do enjoy my pirates.

And ninjas.

” The pirate and the ninja should be friends.
Oh, the pirate and the ninja should be friends.
One man likes to  sail the sea, the other likes to kill silently,
But that’s no reason why they can’t be friends. “

It’s decided, I’m gonna write a musical about pirates and ninjas.

There will be a Romeo and Juliet feel to it, but no romance.

Bromance.

The ninja and pirate just want to be bros and chill but the families are like nah man you can’t.

This could be a big blockbuster.

Or the hit at an independent film festival.

Either way.

The Pirate and the ninja should be friends.

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So…I may or may not have doodled a little ninja and pirate.

They’re not friends quite yet. I mean, this could be their great great great great ancestors that started the feud so that the future generation of ninja and pirates will be feuding for all eternity.

This could be a real thing.

Ninjas and Pirates.

Being bros forever.

…I miss my ninja pen.

So while she was out of her office, I snuck in all ninja like to see if I she left it out in the open, she’s done it before.

…she didn’t.

So now I’m down a ninja pen.

Nooooooo

I love my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

My friends and I were the turtles for Halloween one year.

They were all family so they ended up being the turtles and I went as Casey.

I was a great Casey.

I would have been April but I felt Casey would have been easier…especially cause it was a super last-minute thing.

Boss Lady is back…but she’s going out for a moment.

However, her and Cool Dude are talking across the hall and they’re gossiping like high school girls.

Love it.

But then she left and a stranger walked into Cool Dude’s office and they closed the door…

They’re gossiping.

They have to be.

And right as I look over they open the door.

Snap crackle pop.

Look down.

Abort mission.

Think happy thoughts.

Like kitties!

Kitties are happy.

…when they’re not trying to attack me.

Most cats dislike me.

My own cat would scratch at my legs every time I would walk by her and would bite me when she could. Whenever I go to Flower Power’s her cats decide my lap is a purrfect place for their claws. Oh, and one night her cat tried to suffocate me in my sleep.

We’re in bed right? Comfy as can be. I’m sleeping, which is really hard for me to do in other people’s beds, don’t know why. I wake up a lot in the night. Anywho, I’m peacefully asleep and all things are good and then all the sudden I can’t breathe. What, there’s a weight on my throat. Who’s trying to kill me? Open my eyes…her cat is staring me down while standing with all four of his feet on my throat. And that is how I died.

Not really.

But I freaked out and neither of the people in the bed with me woke up.

They still have a hard time believing me. It’s cool. I wouldn’t believe me either if it happened to someone.

Cats don’t like me man.

Plain and simple.

And there goes the hottie hot prof and the hottie hot prof’s equally as hot prof friend.

They looked to be in a serious discussion.

So serious that I shouldn’t say anything about it.

Alright I’ll tell you~ They were discussing which one gets the honor of taking me out tonight.

That’s a lie.

The one doesn’t even know my name or my existence.

Sill nice to dream.

I think I’ll be going to lunch soonish.

Usually I wait until 2 but on Tuesday I go a bit early cause of the camera check outs and what not before the 3pm class. Today I’m a but late to go early so I might just stay and wait the 19 minutes until 2 p.m. cause in four minutes another class let’s out so I could totally do it.

I probably will do it.

I’m waiting.

Time to start the waiting game.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Poems that say tick tock in them usually creep me out. There’s an occasional one that doesn’t but 9 times out of 10 I’m creeped.

Cause it makes me think awkward quiet moments in horror movies.

I don’t do horror movies.

There’s a new one coming out this weekend, Annabell…

It’s about a doll.

Those doll’s gave me nightmares as a kid.

Despite my room being filled with them.

Oh! Reminds me, Faceoff is on tonight!

I’m pumped.

It’s also the season finale of Dance Moms which makes me sad.

And in a week’s time Supernatural returns. Yeah buddy.

My fall schedule is falling into place nicely.

The only problem is that Supernatural returns at the same time Faceoff is on, so I’ll have to skip faceoff and watch it the next day but the problem is I don’t have a next, I have the weekends which is great, but I don’t like watching my shows in the living room cause then my dad will make comments on them, and they’re usually mean comments about the shows I’m watching.

Jerk.

So I avoid the living room, but the living room is the only room with the tv with the On Demand option, so I’m screwed unless the show is offered online but I don’t like watching shows on my laptop cause it’s a hassle and a half.

Struggles.

These are 20th Century problems if I ever heard of any.

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Another 20th Century problem is people calling you all the time…

Cool Dude has reached his limit. His phone rings and he curses.

Poor guy.

It’s life man.

Just like not having your Pumpking Spice and Flax Seed Kashi Bars.

I don’t have my bars.

They sold out at my store, so I had to try a different one again today. Honey Oat and Granola, the most plan and boring of snack bars.

It was okay.

Not my pumpkin spice.

I need those barsssss

They’re my favorite ones and I eat them all year-long and they make for a great meal.

Though I just saw an ad for pumpkin and flax seed cereal.

I think that’s what it was.

Or my deprivation from the bars caused me to start imagining the real thing.

Soon I’m gonna see it everywhere.

Trail Mix will start eating only pumpkin and flax seed.

Cool Dude’s wall art will be all pumpkins and flax seed.

Hahahaha, Cool Dude just said a witty one liner to something the Boss Lady said.

That’s what I’ll miss most about this job, the old man banter between Trail Mix and Cool Dude.

Plus, the cool kids that were too cool for me to talk to once upon a time are now talking to me like I’m a real person. Mostly cause I have the power to decide their camera fate.

That’s my job. Temp Secretary and Camera Gate Keeper.

I like the idea of being a gate-keeper though.

That’s a cool job.

I now have an hour and a half until I can leave my job today.

I was running late today and cause I was running late and got caught, I decided to stay the extra half hour I usually would leave, but it’s like whatever.

So no real issue with me staying, just a half hour later I go to my club, no big deal.

Not like Boss Lady stealing my pen.

That’s a big deal.

A super big deal.

A super big deal that I have no power over.

I miss it.

Maybe I should hold a memorial service for it.

My poor pen.

He had a good run, no student took him before.

She did this once before, but then I went into her office and took it back cause she left it out in the open.

I can’t do that this time.

She didn’t leave it in the open.

Plus she’s in it talking to a student.

They’re talking sports.

Ew.

I don’t sport.

There is not a single part of me that screams “I can sport!”

Though I lack athletic skills to play sports, I’m highly competitive when it comes to playing them for fun.

Though I did go to my club’s softball game.

That was fun.

I hit the ball and ran.

That’s it.

That’s the game.

I could understand sports if I really wanted to, but I don’t really care to.

I know the basic rules and I can explain the basics of the game, but I don’t really care to know it.

Football is the one I know the most though.

That I blame on my brother cause he’s an idiot.

Well that’s not really fair, I don’t blame him because he’s an idiot.

He is an idiot but that’s not why I’m blaming him.

Growing up as the younger child I was forced to go to his games.

Every. Single. Game.

All of them.

My parents didn’t trust me home alone for years so I couldn’t stay home while both of them are at the games.

I’m stuck.

So I would go.

And I would sit there and wonder why am I still here.

I hate sports.

Because of this.

And yet, he has no aversion to dance or theatre.

Why?

Cause he wasn’t forced to go to all of my dance recitals or musicals.

He didn’t go to a single one of my plays.

So here’s the million dollar question, if I had the chance not to would I have chosen to not go to the games just like he chose not to go to my recitals?

I probably wouldnt’ have gone.

Maybe.

I don’t know.

I’m really bad at figuring out what alternate time line me would do.

Like, you think she’d do the opposite of what normal time line me would do, but when I don’t even know what I’m doing half the time it doesn’t really work too well.

This has been a very timey-wimey inspired post today.

Maybe I should change the title.

Nah.

I have the song stuck in my head.

I walk down the hallway singing it.

Maybe the hottie hot prof will hear and join in.

Or invite me in, if you know what I mean.

Do you?

Cause again, I really don’t know.

And I hate not knowing.

Not knowing is bad.

Though I don’t know a lot of things, I’m like Jon Snow.

I know nothing.

Just like this kid who just walked by.

He looked very lost.

And confused.

Poor thing.

I should help.

Or I can blog.

Or I can doodle.

I do enjoy the doodle.

Think I’m gonna doodle.

Boss Lady is leaving soon anyway.

She was gonna leave sooner but confused dude started talking to her.

Poor thing.

This place is like a black hole.

As much as you try to leave it keeps pulling you back in.

Sort of like this blog.

I want to leave.

I want to end the post.

But for some reason every time I think, okay that’s enough, you should go I just tend to ramble more.

I was born a rambling man.

Woman.

Rambling woman.

I was basically just born to ramble.

The gift of gab is both a blessing and a curse.

Depends on the day.

So I’m gonna leave.

I mean it.

I’m ending it.

I am ending the post.

This is the end.

My only friend, the end.

I mean it for real this time.

I’m ending.

I am ending the post.

This is me, ending the post.

The post is ending.

Right now.

Toodles~

…NINJA PUNCH!

Oh Hello, I Didn’t Notice You There….

Sorry, how rude of me, I won’t make the same mistake twice. You’re far to remarkable to miss, I don’t know how I didn’t notice you before. You are such a lovely creature that my mind must not have been able to process such a beauty.

I like to think that’s how Tom Hiddleston will greet me if we were ever at the same party together and he just turns around and I’m there.

That would be lovely.

I’m in a Hiddleston mood right now.

Occasionally I go through periods where I need to watch every piece of cinema and tv show an actor has ever been in. The actor’s very greatly though.

So far, I went through both Francos, it originally started with me needed to see everything James Franco has ever been in because for a class assignment we had to do a news story and my news story was about him on the Colbert Report and I had to talk about him and his future plans, the other girl in the newscast with me also ended up doing a story that involved him as well.

This is the class where I claimed he term, “Franco Fix.”

Because of all the research I did I was just spouting off facts for a good hour before we even had to practice the newscast and everyone thought it was hilarious and so the whole class thought I was obsessed with Franco and it got to the point where I started to get obsessed with him.

self-fulfilling prophecy?

Maybe.

Then the Franco craze was extended to his little brother Dave Franco.

Which was great cause my next one was Christopher Mintz-Plasse, and a lot of their work overlaps with one another.

He’s one of the ones I can’t explain though. One moment I’m watching him in Neighbors (Which I didn’t buy.) the next I’m like, I need to see everything he’s ever been in since the beginning of ever.

Then Norman Reedus who’s a bit harder cause a lot of his stuff is indy stuff or creepy scary stuff and I’m absolutely scared by creepy stuff but I love him on the Walking Dead and in Boondock Saints…struggles man.

And there goes Trail Mix who was in his office the entire time of this quiet empty morning…

I knew he was there though.

Cause I’m used to him being there with the door closed now I just think he’s always in there.

I’m gone in a week anyway so if I get caught singing I have nothing to feel scared about.

Oh gosh the lights are out.

Oh goodness the phone’s ringing too.

It’s like a horror movie…oh dangit.

I always thought I’d be the best friend who gets to live to the end cause I’m paranoid despite the fact that I go missing half way through the movie.

What should I do?

Whenever horror movies happen the person on the other end of the phone is terrifying.

Maybe I should turn the lights on first…

But the call is probably important cause I’m the Temp…so…

Answer phone first.

It was the prof that likes to talk.

He also has a very droan like voice that could put any insomniac to sleep.

Which I really don’t need right now cause I stayed up late last night.

I needed to watch all my shows.

See, Once Upon A Time returned last night and I gotta be honest, I’m totally rooting for the Evil Queen this time around.

She deserves a happy ending at this point.

They should bring back Peter Pan too…Peter Pan is my favorite in life, it’s gotten to the point where I have his autograph from Disney cause one of my club members got it for me. And the All Time Low song, Somewhere In Neverland was playing the morning of the premiere so all signs pointed that I needed to watch the premire…despite Peter not being there.

Then I went and watched Total Divas after cause I needed to know what was happening in the real life of some of my favorite people.

Mostly Naomi and Uso…they’re why I watch the show.

Plus Fandango when he shows up.

He’s so stupid witty funny I love it.

As opposed to Tom Hiddleston who is witty.

And amazing.

And perfect.

Perfect is the only thing to describe that wonderful creature.

So I now need to see his entire acting career…

I think I’ll be able to clear out an entire month and devote it to that.

Oh, someone else in the hallway…

Whatever shall I do?

Maybe the real work I was emailed about?

I think I’ll do that…

Though no one is in my hallway anymore so maybe…

Nah, I’ll be productive now and be lazy and doodle and ramble later…

I say I’ll be done this work thing by 11:30 a.m…let’s see.

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Well, well, well, what do you know, I got it all done.

Typed, emailed and sent all before 11:30 and that was with a brief pause to talk to Club Leader.

I gave him the most basic rundown of Once Upon A Time last night and he’s like, yeah no.

It’s fine.

I then tried to explain Peter Pan’s big plot twist from season 3 and he got all confused especially when I said it made it awkward for me.

Peter Pan is a pretty person and I’ve always loved him as a character in general, so then Once Upon A Time happens and he’s all great and evil and I’m like, dude speaks to me.

Then plot twist.

I felt icky inside for a moment or two.

Plot twists make life awkward.

As does this hallway i’m in…it makes life awkward too.

I promised my friend Flower Power I’d send her a video of my hallway next time there’s no one here but me, but I can’t do that until later and when that happens there might be one or two people in the office, their doors just might be closed.

The hottie hot prof is usually here latish.

Which is cool cause you know, me and him…alone…in a hallway…

Where he closes his door cause he doesn’t want to be disturbed…

Boo.

Oh well, the hallway is crowded now anyway.

Trail Mix is back from class. Cool Dude is doing work.

I talked to another prof, man things are good today.

Just a lot of little things that I’ve already done and email reminders from Boss Lady. Like things she wants me to remind her of tomorrow when she shows up cause she doesn’t think she’ll be in today. Which is great for me cause I’m kind of out of it again.

Cause I was up late, like I needed to see who won the great food truck race but they didn’t show the rerun until 1 in the morning and then I got caught up in a really good book.

And another prof is back!

She usually stays a bit late too and also likes to give me things to do, which are fun and easy and I have a ball.

AND GREAT GATSBY!!

This kid just walked by my office.

Normal right?

No.

The kid was the same kid that I had one class with every semester. We never once talked to each other but we saw each other outside of class too. He goes to my bank. My grocery store. It’s like he was meant to be a reoccurring background character in my life forever. Whenever we were in a class and I would see him enter, cause I was always first to class between the two of us, we’d make eye contact and both our eyes would widen for a moment but then he carried on to his seat and I’ll go back to reading in mine. Occasionally I wouldn’t notice him until roll call was happening and I’d hear his name and turn to look at him and he’s looking at me. We acknowledge each other’s presence but never reached out to make a connection.

Then my final semester and he doesn’t have a single class with me…I’m slightly sad but you know what things happen, I thought he was out of my life for good. Then on…

HOTTIE HOT PROF

Anyway…

I apologize.

I shall continue…

…then on my first day after my last final ever I was biking home from my club. It’s about 10 or so in the morning and as I bike I see a man running towards me, I always smile at everyone as I’m biking it makes the world better cause everyone is smiling and happy and yay, so I look up smile and he smiles back and then I look at his face and it’s reocurring background character!

I thought that was the end of our thrilling saga, that was our final moment passing in the night.

Well morning.

But it was passing.

I felt it was complete, our saga as each other’s reoccurring background characters was over. Our story was over.

…then he just walked down my hallway.

I let out a loud gasp and covered my mouth like a fool, hoping maybe he didn’t hear me. He didn’t.

I just saw the back of his head though. Same soft looking brown hair peeking out and curling up under his backwards baseball hat. It can’t be him, no. Then a professor bumps into him and he says his name and I’m officially done.

He’s back.

My background character is back in my life for another passing moment.

Maybe 10 years down the line the background character will come back and it turns out he was my soul mate.

It could happen.

Sounds like something out of a movie though.

I wonder who would play me in the movie of my life.

I’m a fan of Felicia Day.

She’s also a redhead so that could work.

Same for Emma Stone.

Plus Emma Stone is with Spiderman…and I do like Spiderman.

I got the dress by the way. The epic and awesome Harley Quinn dress that I’ve been tempting myself with all week…I bought it. It fit perfect. The fabric wasn’t sketch at all and gosh did I love it.

Then of course, I’m at the mall, I gotta go to Spencers…I needed new gages. I lost my favorite big swirly ones so I went in and found a rainbow pair for only $10 which is a super steal, then they were having their buy one get one 50% sale and the nice sales guy that always rings me up at the register told me to look around cause I could find something I like even more…and I did. Despite the fact that my ears are gaged, I still bought the illusion earings cause mine aren’t that big and they were Deadpool and they were perfect and I’m wearing them now and they matched my Harley dress and my brain went all, “what the heck?” And I got them. Then it turns out that it was the final sale on my punch card, which was awesome, said I can get another one, and I’m like, I don’t really know…and he’s like, “It be smart cause the half priced pair can be the first punch on your next card and the free pair can be up to $15.” So then I’m like sold cause there were a pair of batman studs that I was contemplating but they were $15 and I’m too cheap to spend that on a pair of earings and now I own them and they’re also in my ears…I feel pretty.

So while my ears are Marvel vs. DC, the rest of me is still on the Once Upon A Time season premiere high, so I decided to break out the Peter Pan phone case, my Pirates of the Caribbean fancy locket, and my pirate ship painted on a whale tooth ring. So I’m representing my favorite guys.

Only cause I don’t have any Evil Quin merch or things that pass as evil queen merch.

Plus a Halloween Bat Ring.

…I’m getting ready for October.

It’s almost here.

I’m so ready.

Not really.

I gotta still do costume things.

Luckily I can make mine for probably under $10 if I really tried…

Which is exactly what I’m going to do.

Maybe I should start looking up some parts of it.

Though I don’t know about doing that on a work computer.

However I did just take a personality quiz…which was total tom foolery, cause they said I should have electric blue hair…I’m a redhead through and through…maybe pink one day though…I do like pink.

Cool Dude left his office.

I should pull up the decoy.

In the off-chance he enters my office…

I mean there’s a lot of printing things.

He’s back in his office now though…

I already finished my decoy work too…

Doodle?

Doodle.

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…my doodle pen is out of ink…

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So…I totally forget to grab a new doodle pen from my club during my lunch break.

I now need to go down there and get a new pen, the problem is of course I just sent out an email to a student to come to my office…

Well darn…

And there goes Trail Mix.

Knew he was in his office.

But why is it that the second I open this wonderous tab that has all my daily ramblings and what nots, that everyone decides to walk in or walk by or could somehow incriminate me…

I don’t like being able to be incriminated. I do my best to avoid those situations.

I don’t like awkward situations.

…well sometimes they’re amusing.

When I’m not in them mostly.

Then again sometimes awkward situations make for comedic moments. Like you have you and your homegirl talking and then all the sudden the person you’re talking about walks in and is like, “what’s going on?” you and homegirl play it off but the second the other person walks away the two of you are laughing like it’s nobody’s business.

So awkward moments are entertaining when you’re not alone in them.

There we go.

When you’re alone in them and there’s no one to witness it too.

Cause if there’s a witness to you and your awkward situation it could be comedic if the person you’re in the awkward situation with is your friend or acquaintance.

acquaintances are helpful with a lot of things in life.

I don’t know what to count as an acquaintance though.

I have different types of friends though.

The Class Friend: The one you don’t hang out with on the weekend, the one you don’t even have the number for, but if you miss class you can more than likely turn to them and ask what you missed and for their notes. Class Friends also are good when you’re in a class where group work is unavoidable. They usually end up being the person you sit next to for the entire semester, simply because you both like the seats.

Casual Friends: These are the people who you’re friends with. You know enough about them and actually do hang out with them occasionally. The most you guys would do is see a movie or go get something to eat, you see each other very rarely, and are more like a back up friend for when no one wants to see the awesome movie you want to see.

Best Friends: These are the people you talk to the most or they’re the ones that you bring up the most in conversations with other people. They’re the ones who are cool with just chilling at home bingeing on Netflix with you as you try to catch up on Doctor Who. Now depending on the friend’s jerk level, they might try to spoil it for you or they will be very anti-spoiler, that’s a more case by case thing though.

Family: This isn’t about blood, family doesn’t end with blood. These are the best friends that have gone above and beyond the level of best friendship. They’re the ones who will be there for you at any given moment, cause they know you’d do the same. They’re the ones that you worry about introducing the significant other to. Meeting family is one thing, meeting THE FAMILY is a whole nother ball game. You’ve been through the most with these people and they’re the ones that’ll be there until the end. Every normal potential best friend break up moment you could possibly go through, can happen to you and your family, but you will pull through and get to the point where you can joke about it. They see the real you. The you you’re afraid to show to others, but the you that’s welcomed with them.

That’s how I see friendship broken down. Also, Family are the friends that’ll shout SPOILER ALERT before they tell you a spoiler so you have the chance to cover your ears or ignore the text. I speak from experience.

I know things.

A lot of things.

So many things that it could make someone’s brain explode because of the sheer amount of things.

I’m really grasping at straws aren’t I?

I dunno! My wit is like second fiddle today and I’m 90% sure that Cool Dude is still in his office.

I’m afraid cause I want to run around and have fun cause the other secretaries have left. It’s just me in my hallway…or so it seems.

I don’t know for certainty.

The only way to truly know would to go down the hallway and knock on all the doors.

Maybe if I say house keeping they’ll be chill with me.

…should I do it?

NO WAIT! I’LL PULL A FROZEN.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

Do you wanna build a snowman?

I cannot wait for it to snow.

Well…actually I can cause I want to be able to celebrate Halloween. Like don’t get me wrong, Nightmare Before Christmas is my favorite movie.

And the crossover between the two holidays is so epic that I basically act the same way at both times of year, the only difference is I don’t want snow on Halloween…unless my yard is decorated like Nightmare Before Christmas…then I’ll welcome it, but as it stands now, Halloween is my creepy cute holiday.

And out decorations aren’t snow proof…

Well sort of.

The ghosts are trash bags, but they probably can’t withstand all that moisture and what not. That’s probably not cool.

Not cool bro.

Not cool at all.

So let’s hope for no snow this Halloween, deal?

Deal.

And I hear a door being unlocked…offically not alone in my hallway anymore.

So sad.

Though, judging by the echo of the door, the chances of it being the hottie hot prof are high.

Fingers crossed!

If someone were to look into my door two seconds ago they would have seen a sight.

Holding your face in a silly position for too long can hurt a bit though.

Ow.

Headache.

I now wanna build a snowman…

and ride my bike around the hall.

Come on this hallway is just asking for it! It’s not fair, I wanna bike through a hallway…

Maybe.

Before I leave for realzies I might do it.

No cameras, they wouldn’t see…

I’m too paranoid for that anyway.

My paranoia is pretty bad in general.

In fact hearing the hallway noises is like a sign to my paranoid brain that I should probably end this soon and what not…

Sigh.

If I must.

Toodles~

It’s Friday, I’m in Love

Not really.

Well technically I am in love with like a boatload of fictional characters and celebrities but I’m not technically “in love,” for realsies quite yet.

Why is that my title then?

Cause I was trying to remember what the common Friday post on Tumblr was, like how every Sunday someone has to reblog the “ Fine day Sunday,” line from Harry Potter. Cause it’s one of the best day of the week gifs possible. Makes me laugh every time.

So when I went to look up the Friday one I got scared cause gifs for Friday are weird and odd, so I decided to just quote a song I like.

Works for me.

So last night I actually sat down and watched an entire episode of Gravity Falls…

…I’m sorry, what was I doing with my life that made me never sit down and watch that show before? It’s freaking hilarious and so witty and I’m like, wait aren’t you a kids show? You have my humor.

I love it.

Then that makes me second guess my humor cause if my humor is for a kids show maybe my humor is childish?

Nah, no child can be as sarcastic as me and understand what they’re saying.

The line between truth and sarcasm is so narrow for me that I’m starting to second guess that too…

It’s hard!

I love my sarcasm, and it’s usually my tone of voice that proves that I’m not serious, so it’s hard to do in typing format.

That and my friend’s sometimes aren’t so bright. Even when I’m not using sarcasm I guess my use of the English Language is very confusing for her:

HER: “There’s a ford focus with a hatchback in front of me, ugliest car ever.”

ME: “You say that as if I know what that is.”

HER: “As if I know what, what is?”

ME: “A hatchback.”

HER: “I know what a hatchback is. At least that’s what I think it’s called.”

ME:”…I was talking about me…I don’t know what a hatchback is.”

Yeah, that just went over her poor little head. I don’t understand why, but you know, sometimes we all have our moments. Another time was she was playing a Pokemon game and she got to the point where you talk to the clowns, she’s deathly afraid of clowns, like this week’s episode of Face Off would positively scare her to death, however, she sees the little clown and just goes, “Awwww!” We’re all shocked cause we know her and clowns, is a super bad combo, we confusedly ask her what’s up, and he response, “He’s cute cause I can eat it!”  She of course mean he’s little but she forgot to use little and instead came up with this masterpiece instead. It has become such a substantial point in our friendship that I put it on the Best Friend T-shirts I made for her and our other friend.

Golden Trio in the house.

Woot woot.

Well not really.

We’re currently in three different states, but we’re still cool with it and are super best friends and stuff.

They don’t know about this super secret blog either…shhhhh!

It’s a secret.

No one knows.

Well I told one person, my Club Leader, just because it’s funny. He spent an entire day trying to find my tumblr and I’m like, not telling you.

Not that I have any incriminating things on it, cause I really don’t. I have the occasional fanart for my ships and what not, but nothing too bad. So if he ever wanted to really see it, I would show it to him, but the fun is him freaking out over not finding it. It’s the principle of the patter. Which is why I’m not telling him anything about this blog aside from its existance.

Spies need their secrets.

Otherwise they’re not good spies and they defeat the spying purpose.

You have no idea how hard it is for me to be in work right now though…my hallway is almost entirely empty. If not for me, then the whole hallway would be completely void of life…I really wanna play ninja or super spy. I love playing ninja in hallways. Each office has a window looking into the hallway so I wanna be all stealthy as I ninja move down the hallway, ducking out of the way when I hear a student trying to come by.

Won’t do it for two reasons, One. I’m not actually stealthy enough to be a ninja, try as I might, the ninja life just isn’t in the cards for me. Two. Trail Mix might be hiding in his office again without letting anyone know. Trail Mix had to be a ninja in another life cause he is so silent that I don’t hear anything until his door opens and boom! There he is.

Plus, Mean Mugger walks down my hallway a lot. Mean Mugger is one of the higher-ups in the food chain of this end of the building, and her face is almost always mean mugging. So I’m always like, do you not like me oh gosh what did I do, then she smiles and I’m like, oh nothing’s wrong her resting face is just scary.

My heart goes out to all those with a mean mug as your resting face. It’s not fair to you. You could be a very lovely individual but your normal face is just like, nope, so done.

She’d make a great ninja too.

Gosh, I wish one of my friends from the Trio was here, we always play ninjas in hallways together. Whenever we go to a convention, we run around the different floors of the hotel and do really sketchy cartwheels and roll around like fools. One year we needed more towels, but the maintenance closet was closed on our floor. So we snuck out, took the elevator floor by floor acting like fools. We had a good system down, and by the third time she crawls around the corner and all the sudden she meeps loudly. I spring into action and leap out after her, and see some dude on the floor outside his room on the floor. I couldn’t about the mission because of a witness. Ninja always finish the mission, this was simply recon, we needed to see if the doors were open on any other floor. If a door was open, we were to make the call on how to proceed. Just so happened the witness was near the door we needed to see…I had to do it, my partner was indisposed, I had to finish the mission.

I put on my ninja deceit hat, I skipped down the hallway looking at all the doors, not making eye contact. He keeps talking on the phone and I hear he is mentioning a bit about us, which is fine, two girls in the jammies is an odd site to see sometimes, but hey it happens. I coyly turn the corner where I knew the door was looked at it, tried the handle, locked. Damn. Meanwhile, she’s still at the elevator hiding away, waiting for me to make my getaway. I turn to the dude, look him dead in the eye and say, “We were never here.” I then turn and jump down the hallway while screaming over my shoulder, “I’ll miss you hallway stranger, we will forever have this moment between just the two of us.” Then as I made it back to the elevator my bestie and I jump in the elevator that she had called for when I got back.

We sit in silence for a moment.

Then we break down laughing and continue up to the rest of the floors.

Good times.

So, I realized, I should probably give names to my besties shouldn’t I? I don’t know what though, cause some of the names I’m thinking of are too obvious that if certain people were to ever discover this secret world of my blog, they’d recognize who is who instantly. Hmmm…maybe if I don’t go into detail why I name them what I name them it’ll work out…

Flower Power is my ninja friend and Kitty is my other friend…I could name Flower Power Ninja, but I think I talk about actual ninjas a lot so it might get confusing. So Flower Power and Kitty are their names. They will defiantly recognize the names but I think only they would put the two and two together. The names come from what I call them when we’re in our group cosplay. Cause when I’m in cosplay I refuse to break character, and that character is one of my favorites to play. They think it’s the best cosplay possible for me.

I wish I could be one of those Costume Characters you rent for birthdays or something. I have some great freaking characters. I could be a princess easily, I’ve done Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, I can be Misty from Pokémon, Sailor Mini Moon, Harley Quinn, and I’m already preparing my costume for my next Con.

See, the group really wants to do Superheroes again, which is cool, I’m more of a fan of the villans but whatever. They want to do Justice League, which is epic and fun. I do enjoy the Justice League, but me and Flower Power were like, so…wanna dare to be different and NOT do Justice League…and instead do some Marvel Badasses?

The two of us decided, in secret, that we’re gonna be X-Men instead.

Originally we thought it be cool to be Lady Loki and Lady Thor however, that would require a lot of time that I just don’t have, because if I’m to do Lady Loki the justice she deserves, I’m gonna need all the time and materials possible. Cause I have some amazing ideas and I watch a lot of tutorial things that maybe make me think I can do it, but I need the time to test out my skills and the materials, which isn’t cheap in the slightest.

Remember: I’m a miser.

So until I have what I deem as the proper funds and time, Lady Loki won’t be happening any time soon for me. Which slightly sucks cause I would love to do it.

Instead we’re doing X-Men which is totally baller, I’m gonna be my favorite, Rogue. Flower Power will be her favorite Mystique. We’re going to be going for the comic and X-Men: The Animated Series looks instead of the film looks. The movies are great and all, but the Rogue in them just doesn’t do it for me the way she did in the cartoon. I grew up with her as my favorite, and then the movies happen, and she was very nice, very lovely, she just wasn’t my Rogue you know. My favorite in that series is defiantly Magneto and I loved the Iceman vs. Pyro final best friend showdown. Awesome for them.

Then Quicksilver finally showed up and I’m like, yeah buddy here we go.

And then they play Time in a Bottle…

…I have an intense hate for Time in a Bottle.

My club always plays music and one of the songs they play a lot is Time in a Bottle…

We played it so much that I grew to despise it and whenever it comes on I groan and try to turn it off.

…it made perfect sense in the scene with him, I mean I love Quicksilver and I appreciate the film aesthetic choice of using it…but gosh darn it all…I just really really hate that song.

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate…

Not my fault. If not for my hating I wouldn’t have come up with the Marvel DC showdown that’s gonna happen at the next con we all go to together.

I just need to figure out how to make the wig.

It’ll be tough.

I can do it, but I need to figure it out soonish so I can practice and what not. See, with Lady Loki I’ll have a lot of big projects and little projects that I need to invest a lot of time in. With Rogue the biggest time investment is the wig and possibly the boots, but that could be easily solved. The wig however might hinder me quite a bit.

Wigs man, they can often cause hairy situations…

HAHAHAHAHHAHA

Oh gosh that was so bad, even I had to hang my head in shame.

But it was hilarious too.

I love my unfunny but so totally funny moments.

Stupid things like that just make me smile sometimes.

Which I can so totally use right now.

I’m so boredddddddd

Usually Boss Lady leaves me at least an hour’s worth of work for me to do and I haven’t gotten anything from her yet.

She did give me sometime that I need to type, but she said she was gonna send me the file for the format…I haven’t gotten it yet…

I don’t think I’ll get it before I leave either. Cause guess who gets out early today…this girl!

I love it.

Especially cause the class that usually come in for cameras aren’t in today, they’re on a field trip, so I really have nothing to do.

Idle hands are the devil’s playthings.

At least that’s what I was told as a child. Cause if I wasn’t actively doing something, it had bad results for the rest of the house…I drew on my walls a bit.

And by a bit I mean a lot.

And I still haven’t outgrown doing that cause I still write on the wall in my closet. At least in there only I see it and no about it.

Mostly song titles and lyrics…

I feel the need to sing.

…and right as I start I hear a noise.

Dangit.

Not cool bro.

I just wanna sing some fun songs.

I think someone might be coming in.

I heard a door.

I hear keys.

I hear voices.

Who can it be?

I heard a name…a Carl?

But then the other secretary said had a good day.

Darnit Carl.

You’re just like the one from the Walking Dead, always missing and causing people to panic.

Though you did grow up a bit, so four for you Carl.

You’re Dad needed a little growing though.

He legit looked like a creepy hobo chasing after a random kid in the beginning of the mid-season.

Walking Dead returns soon! I’m so freaking pumped for it.

I need to see how Beth is doing! Last season left my questions on her totally unanswered and it’s not cool cause she’s my favorite girl on the show.

And I’m not saying that because I relate to her…

Totally saying that because I relate to her.

It’s like this, you have all these badasses like Michonne and Daryl, who are survivors they’re fighters, you look at them and you know exactly how they made it so long.

Then there’s Beth. Everyone’s like, why didn’t you die yet? You have no real skills when it comes to defense things, you sing and take care of the kids, which is very nice and we love you for it, but how are you still alive!? Which is how I think everyone will feel about me if I were to slightly survive the zombie thing. I mean, everything about me screams, gone in the first week.

personally, I like to think I’ll go slightly before the outbreak happens. Like you know when you have those random idolized cases across the nation. It’ll be like I’m biking home from work and then all the sudden I get pulled off my bike by one of the “sick” people. I get bitten and attacked, and boom dead. I died before the outbreak, but at least my picture would be on the news.

“Add another to the list of these strange attacks happening across America. Earlier this afternoon, local college graduate, (INSERT NAME HERE) was brutally attacked by another patient today. Witness say, she was stopped at a cross walk when she was grabbed from behind and bitten by the sick man. She screamed and tried to fight off her assailant but he was much too strong. Martin Lopez was stopped at the traffic light and when he saw her get attacked he jumped into action by calling the authorities. By the time the police made it to the young biker, it was too late.They attempted to bring the sick patient in peacefully, however he was able to bite two officer before he was taken down. Doctor’s are working around the clock to figure out the cause for sickness and a cure. More details on that at 11.”

The news would be very kind to me, hopefully showing a good photo of me and not one of my sketch costumed ones, cause 90% of the photos of me online involve me wearing costumes…costumes are fun!

Don’t judge me.

Everyone’s judging me.

It’s cool.

I judge myself.

I played a judge in the first play I was in.

It was Godspell.

I played the judge in the Good Samaritan segment.

Then I went on to play a British woman in Crazy for You, and the Mother in Footloose.

I was a cool mom, I wasn’t like those other moms.

I let my kid dance.

Dance Ren. Dance.

Which is why I refused to see the remake of Footloose.

I’m sorry, but you can’t just kill off my character.

What are you Disney?

…was it made by Disney?

Nope, a Paramount film.

Thank goodness for that.

Could have been very awkward.

Always awkward when my wit backfires on me.

Which does happen on occasion…not often…I don’t think…

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So Club Leader came by and dropped off some work I can do for the club so that I’m not sitting here counting ceiling tiles. There’s 50 by the way.

I may or may not have counted them…

I totally counted them.

I hear a door constantly getting opened and banged.

AND HOLY MUSICAL BATMAN IT WAS THE HOTTIE HOT PROF

…slightly awkward cause when I walked by earlier I looked through the window to his office, but that’s okay cause the glass isn’t like see through, it’s the glass you peek through and it’s all blurry and stuff.

That just made my day though.

His blue plaid shirt really brought out the blue in his eyes.

I’d love to get a closer look at those eyes.

And him in general.

That would be nice.

For me at least.

Maybe.

I talk a big game but I have no idea what would happen if he actually came in and said anything remotely flirtatious or romantic.

I think my eyes would bug, I would blush, and then be all shy and not respond flirtatious back cause then I’d be all nervous and what not.

Goddness help me if I ever meet John Cena.

He’s the one celeb for me. Like you know with your friends you have a pact not to mess with their one celeb, he’s mine. In fact the deal is, if anyone I know ever met him and didn’t try and bring him to me or tell me to come to him or at least get me a phone call from him, they have to face my wrath…

I have a lot of wrath.

And a lot of typing I should be trying to do.

But it’s a lot of numbers and it’s hard and she still hasn’t emailed me the thingy yet.

I leave in less than an hour.

If that.

No I actually do leave in less than an hour.

I might stop by the club before I leave, though Club Bestie wants me to come back later….

If I go and she’s not there I’ll only stay for a few minutes or so, then I’ll go home.

Oh home, I miss you so. That’s where all my things are. Like my sketchbook.

I really feel the need to actually draw for real.

Like not my notebook doodles, which are lovely, but I need to draw some of my real stuff. I have some great ideas thanks to my rough doodles, but I haven’t had time to really draw.

Plus I need new outlining pens.

I like to use the black fine tip pens to out line, but not regular bic pens, but nice gel sort of like kind.

I really don’t know how to describe them because I never actually bought any before, so I don’t know their technical name.

I usually just find them laying about campus or in my house. I might go home and grab one so that I can look at it and then stop at Staples and get one.

I also want new nail polish…

Maybe I’ll stop at CVS instead cause they got pens and nail polish.

I also need remover though…

Hmm…

I don’t NEED new polish…

But I do really want some.

Dollar store has some pretty good stuff…

Not the glitter I want though…

However, the Dollar Store and Staples are right next to eachother…

Then again I’m going to the mall this weekend to get that Harley Quinn dress that I’m still eyeing online and there’s an AC Moore near there and I have a card…

The dollar store might also have some of the pens…

Might not last as long though…

Hmmm…but if I go to save some money I might just end up buying more because they run out so fast and then it’ll be equal to what I pay for a pen that lasts…

I wonder if I have any coupons…

They don’t.

But they have plastic spoons on sale.

And I do enjoy a good game of spoons.

I get very violent.

It’s bad.

I head butted a girl for a spoon and divebombed on top of a table for one too…

My friends are scared of playing with me, but they love playing with me when it involves new people.

Cause they meet me at first I’m all sweet and happy and then a game starts and boom! My alter ego comes out and things get real. I will flip a board if I have to.

Don’t tempt me.

Flower Power and Kitty think it’ll be fun to have mega family game nights when we all have children which could be fun, but very dangerous. I can see my kids,

“What the hell mom?! Another draw four?!”

Oh gosh it’ll be great, and if they beat me I can pull the I let you win card.

It’s hard being competitive.

It’s the life I lead though…

I might start packing up all my nonsense soon.

I got my notebooks all out and I need to post this post.

I have my Wreck This Journal out for the world to see…

Hmm…

decisions.

Decision made.

I’m gonna end this here…

Though I’m mighty close to 4000 words….

It’s only about 200 or so more from this sentence that I’m typing right now.

Give or take a few.

Hmmm….should I go for the 4000 mark My wrist is getting tired from resting on the desk though…

I think I might save the 4000 mark for another much longer day.

Cause I only got about 35 minutes of work left so I might as well enjoy them doing absolutely nothing…

Plus the only other prof that’s in today from my department gets out of class soon and she needs to pick up her lunch…

She stores it in my fridge.

My office has a fridge.

How cool is that?

It also have a microwave, which is nice but at the same time icky.

Cause the of the whole, picky eater thing. Like, they come in, and microwave things that probably smell delicious to everyone else in the hallway…just not me.

Then my office is all stunked up with onions and meatloaf and then the hottie hot prof walks by and he’s probably thinking I’m the one smelling like onions, which is totally not the case, I smell like my Secret Deodorant and my Harley Quinn Bombshell perfume…

So then the hottie hot prof will think I smell and won’t ever talk to me again and will make me sad and all I’ll have are those passing moments when he walks by and waves with a smile.

And I’m over 4000, thank you hottie hot prof, you inspire my words to come flowing out like a rushing river.

One day it’ll happen.

That day isn’t today.

I live to pine another day.

Toodles~

Good Morning, Good Morning, To You~

Oh good morning precious people!

The rain it falling, the songs are being sung and I’m in a happy mood!

Why?

I have no freaking idea, I’m just in a really awesomely good mood.

It’s strange when I get these happy moods, cause they’re really unexplainable.

I mean, my nail polished is chipped and I have to drive someone around, and even that isn’t enough motivation for me to lose my happy mood.

I hate driving in general.

It’s not fun and it’s sketchy and I don’t do the gas thing cause it’s hard and icky…

If I could bike everywhere I could.

If I could have a chauffeur driving me everywhere I couldn’t reach by biking I would.

I love it when other people drive.

It’s easier for me, plus I can just play the radio and have the time of my life in the passenger seat.

Not to say I don’t do that in the driver’s seat, I just don’t dance as much.

It’s a little sketch for me.

Like sneezing and driving. That is the scariest moment of my life. I hate when that happens, like I force my eyes to stay open, but then they don’t cause it’s like ahhh, scary.

Driving is sketch.

Just like this hallway.

When no one is in the hallway it’s pretty chill cause then I get to start singing and such and it’s a grand old-time but then I stop singing cause someone will open their door and I realize they were there all along.

Looking at you Trail Mix.

He just came in actually, and he said hi to me.

To me! He said hi to me. It was a great momentous occasion.

I got a basic greeting, so I’m pretty chill right now which is awesome.

Except I’m not really chill cause I just found a hole in my sweater.

I was like, “WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”

So luckily I have a needle and thread in my drawer, no idea why it’s there, but I’m thankful for it. If not for it I would have run all the way down to my club to see if we have any pins.

Though I’m pretty sure a pin is what got me in this mess in the first place cause the last time I wore this was for a big person conference and my guess is the material couldn’t take it.

However, I had to wear the sweater cause the only thing under it is a sleeveless turtleneck which is cute on its own, but I don’t know how work appropriate it is.

I should have worn my red bra underneath, then I could get away with the sweater.

I just had some issues cause I was running late so I didn’t have time to find the red bra and the one that was the one I was wearing, which had polka dots and was purple, kind of really stood out against the background.

So like, sucks man, but at the same time, doesn’t suck enough to change it.

Just throw a sweater on.

I didn’t own a plain black sweater and my mother’s black sweaters are a bit too big for me, which sucks but hey whatever.

Don’t think my outfit would be approved by the fashionista today anyway.

I wanted to wear my sweater dress but it was looking weird when i put it on.

Lame.

Lame-o.

PRINTER IS PRINTING

OH GOSH I’M NOT PREPARED. QUICK ACT NATURAL!

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It was just a student.

A student who was having a really bad horrible bad day.

Poor dear.

I offered him skittles.

Skittles make everything better.

Except chocolate.

That doesn’t always work out well.

Makes for a great prank though.

Last Halloween I convinced my friend who was having a Halloween party to put the skittles and MnM’s in the same jar and so many people actually fell for it. Even though the people who fell for it started calling the jar the S&M’s jar. Those who hadn’t fallen for it yet just thought it was a cute name. I mean it was, but still.

I’m actually kind of concerned. Usually Boss Lady has a bunch of work for me by now…

No work.

No Boss Lady, she’s in class and has nothing for me.

Boo!

AH!

That wasn’t meant to be a scary “Boo! I’m a Ghost” boo. The “Ah!” came from a strange man asking me about a leak in the building. I don’t know anything about any leak. I’m just the Temp. They barely gave me the freedom to do what I do now…which is nothing really.

I sit here and contemplate life.

And doodle.

Lots of doodles.

And rambles.

Can’t forget the rambles.

I mean I’m making an entire blog out of them, so yay for my ramblings.

I wonder what would happen if someone who actually knew me found this ramblings thing.

I mean, I’m not trying to hide who I am or where I am.

I totally am actually.

It’s like I’m a secret agent.

I’M LIKE CLOVER FROM TOTALLY SPIES!

She was my favorite.

I mean, I loved Sam cause she was smart and ginger, I loved Alex cause she was fun, but Clover was who I related to the most.

I think I’m a hybrid of all three of them, but still Clover was the best.

Freaking fabulous.

So yeah, I’m a Totally Spies.

Or I’m like Mary Kate and Ashley in Our Lips Are Sealed, such a great movie. I loved all those films. Even New York Minute, which also starred Jared Padalecki who is better known as Sam Winchester. The role in this film is one of the ones that Jensen Ackles, his co-star mocks him for whenever Jared brings up Jensen’s soap opera past.

The two of them are like brothers with the way they act.

They don’t look enough alike to be twins though.

Not like Mary-Kate and Ashley.

The twins that ruled the 90s and my movie shelf.

They were also the movies that I rented the most from Blockbuster.

That and the Power Rangers Movie.

I would rotate and rent a different one every week.

The Olson Twin movies were great though, cause I felt like I was invited to all their real parties. It was like I was there while they were singing about Pizza. I WANT SOME PIZZA, P. I. Z. Z. A.

I actually don’t even like pizza…(INSERT SHOCKED GASP OF EVERY PERSON EVER)

How can someone not like pizza?! Am I mad?!

Yes.

There’s no debating that.

However, I am not crazy because I do not like pizza.

Pizza is icky cause of one main reason…sauce.

Yes there is white pizza, and if forced to I could eat it, but pizza is gross cause it’s all greasy and the smell.

Oh gosh the smell is absolutely disgusting.

I eat with my nose first, and if my nose doesn’t like it, it ain’t coming anywhere near me…at all. I refuse it.

Then after the smell, if I don’t hate the smell I’ll try to eat it, but the eating can go either way.

If I find the texture of the food I’m eating either gross or confusing I won’t eat it.

Like mashed potatoes.

It’s the thing on the inside of fries, I should like them right?

Nope.

See, when I look at mashed potatoes they’re all squishy and fluffy.

It makes me think of ice cream.

When I take a bite of mashed potatoes and taste the butter and hotness of them, it confuses my palette and then I spit them out.

I’m thinking ice cream, mashed potatoes aren’t ice cream. I don’t like mashed potatoes because they confused me.

I don’t like being confused.

Not in the slightest.

So I have against foods that confuse me.

And jello.

I don’t like jello.

Jello doesn’t confuse me I just don’t like the consistency.

I also have a thing against hot chocolate and soups too.

I don’t believe in hot liquids as consumable substances.

Coffee, Hot Chocolate, Soups, Tea, Etc.

If I’m going for a drink, I’m expecting it to be cold, I take a sip and it’s hot it’s weird.

Sometimes I just don’t feel like explaining to people why I don’t like hot liquids I just say, “… That’s the Devil’s temperature.” They then laugh if they’re a fan of Arrested Development and if they’re not they just think I’m crazy, but everyone does so it’s fine.

No complaints here.

I just don’t like hot liquids!

However, my shower needs to be hotter than anything for me to actually like it though.

So basic run down: Shower Water=Hot. Drinking Water= Room Temp or colder.

Otherwise I’m S.O.L either way. Though I do gradually lower the temperature as the shower goes on in the summer, so when I step out I’m not going from scalding hot to equally as hot.

I have my systems, and they work for me.

At least I think they work for me.

I haven’t gotten any complaints from myself yet.

And if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s complain.

I never really mean it though.

I’ll complain about stupid things but then I’ll do it and be fine and everything would be all okie dokie. Like I complain when my really witty statuses get no likes, but someone’s 528725th selfie will get all these amazing and wonderful comments and likes and people are amazed…

I’m witty dangit!

I love my wit.

It’s one of the most pleasing things about me.

Which says a lot because I like to think there are many pleasing things about myself.

My winning personality, my kindness to others, my extensive knowledge of Doctor Who, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, and Harry Potter. Not to mention I’m just plain old adorable.

See?

Great things about me.

Which I could tell my self-esteem all this awesomeness.

I think of myself as a goddess empress type, but at the same time I think I’m nothing special too.

Like everyone is a goddess empress type.

That doesn’t make me special, because when everyone’s super, no one is…

Children’s movies are surprisingly deep.

And very emotional, like I cry over children’s movies. For instance, Toy Story.

I cried in every single Toy Story Film.

Not just the last one, cause let’s be real we all cried in that film…multiple times.

No, I cried in the original when Buzz went to fly and that super sad song was playing in the background and he jumped and you think he’s gonna make it but he slowly starts to fall and then you see the sad utter realization on his face that he can’t fly and that Woody was right all along…he’s just a toy.

Then Jessie in the second one, oh gosh the tears. Jessie was explaining her past with a girl who loved her just like Woody thought Andy loved him. But oh gosh is it sad, cause how else could she explain except in song and that song just happened to be sung by Sarah Mclachlan, whose voice always makes me think of the sad puppy and kitty commercial, so her voice always makes me sad and then the tears man, the tears fall as the feels hit me hard.

I won’t go into the third one cause we all cried.

Then there’s Pokémon: The First Movie – Mewtwo Strikes Back…tears. All the tears and all the feels. Like all the pokemon are fighting each other cause the clones are trying to hurt them and they need to defend themselves so it’s like, okay we should fight. But Pikachu is all like nah man, I don’t wanna fight you, you’re my brother. Clone Pikachu is like, dude we gotta fight, everyone’s fighting. Pikachu stays strong and refuses to fight and then Clone Pikachu just starts to break down and as he slaps Pikachu he starts to cry and Pikachu still refuses to fight and it’s heart breaking and then Nurse Joy chimes in with the heartbreaking, “Pokemon aren’t meant to fight…not like this.” Cause as you look around all the pokemon are hurt and broken and it’s heartbreaking. Then Ash gets turned to stone and Pikachu cries again and it’s all very sad.

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…so I made a booboo

I forgot I was logged in when I was on wordpress earlier….

So much for not leaving a foot print.

I was so afraid that I didn’t log in until later, cause I needed to finish this post.

I couldn’t let a post about things and pokemon go unfinished!

…at least unposted. I’ll talk more about fictional things that make me cry tomorrow how’s that?

Deal?

Deal.

Peace out sailor scout!

Toodles~

Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday, too!

My days are being all jumbled together.

I seriously went through parts of yesterday believeing that it was Tuesday but today is Tuesday…what the heck man, it’s crazy.

So it’s Tuesday, my hallway is empty except for Cool Dude, who closed his door, so who knows what he’s doing. I have two options, I can continue to do the real work I’m told to do get it done in a timely matter and then sit here with nothing but this and my doodles while important people walk in and out and look at me like I’m crazy. OR I could wait until my hallway gets a bit more crowded and then do my work.

Decisions, decisions.

I think I’ll stay with actually doing the work for realsies, then do this and then doodle or vice versa, the two things after work are interchangable really.

I’m gonna try to do something I never did before and use a page break to show a lapse of time…let’s see if this works.

I hope it does, cause then it’ll be one more thing that I know how to do.

Yay for knowing things!

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OH MY GOSH IT WORKED!

I think, I won’t know until I yolo post it, that’s posting without previewing the layout before hand.

I know, I’m crazy.

So as I was doing important work, I learned my hottie hot prof’s middle name.

It’s a hilarious one, I’m not gonna lie.

I don’t even know if I’m reading it right, it’s like all those years of reading Hermione.

No clue how to read it, read it my way, then heard the right pronunciation and then wonder how you could have gotten it so wrong. Thus is life man.

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So I just did a ton of actual big people things.

I typed up and did the thing with the hottie hot prof’s funny middle name.

I helped a poor professor in need, cause she had class she couldn’t print something and then I had to staple it all. Oh it was crazy, but I got her under control. Team work for the win.

I also typed up another thing for the Boss Lady.

Problem with that though…I found a name of a former friend on the example she gave me.

Like you know how you have your best friends, but one day they just slowly fade out of your life…that’s what happened with this one.

Like we went from texting all day every day, to maybe once or twice a day, to once or twice a week, then a month…then never. I don’t blame her for us drifting a part (LIE)

Okay, so I totally blame her.

Like, she joined a club and then their partner club had this guy she really liked, so she started dating him. Dude was a total jerkface, so the only times I ever really heard from her was when she needed to vent about jerkface, cause I was the only one who wasn’t associated with him personally and thought he was the most epic guy ever.

Dude got her into Doctor Who and Anime, so props there, but I was trying for years, YEARS, to get that girl to watch a single episode of Doctor Who, then all the sudden she’s loving up on the Doctor…I asked her how she liked the 9th Doctor and she said she skipped him and the only reason she was thinking of going back to watch his season was because she wants to see Rose.

I love Rose.

Is she my favorite? No.

I love all the companions in some way shape or form, however, some I feel I have to defend more. Like Martha. Martha gets a lot of hate because she was pining after the Doctor and had a few jealousy moments. It happens! If I were Martha I would probably have done similar things, cause she was constantly compared to Rose, but she did what a lot of us would be affraid to do, and that was to get out. She left when she knew she should, then she marries Micky so everything is all happy and sunshine cause Micky rules.

Former friend hates Martha.

That’s where I think my side of the friendship started to deteriorate, cause she was already hanging on to me by a thread on her end, so I was like, guess this isn’t happening, so I just kinda backed away, and stopped trying to reach out to her, especially if when I reach out she decides to cut down characters I love and me for liking that character.

So then her and jerkface date for a bit. And by a bit I mean about a year. Then I randomly hear from her. Oh excitement. She wants to meet up. Really? I give her a chance. I set up a date. The day comes, she says she no longer can cause she’s sick. Aw poor thing. Let me go leave her a nice video on Facebook to cheer her up.

Oh? What’s this? A status? “Friday night with the girls” Huh…oh a picture too. I hope that’s peptomisbal in those cups cause she said she had an upset stomach…oh wait.

Boom.

Haven’t heard from her since.

Except she now works at a store I frequent.

Like you know how you have Target, Walmart, K-mart, type stores and you always go to one more cause it’s closest. She’s at mine. So I either have to go all the way to a different store, or I risk it.

I risk it.

60% of the time it works every time.

Then occaisionally I see her.

Meh.

Didn’t see her the other day when I went in there for pants.

I went shopping for pants, came home with an Adventure Time backpack.

My priorities were a little scewed.

The backpack was only $7 though!

It was a steal!

And I need it cause I’m going on a plane for the first time since my senior trip.

Which doesn’t really count cause the school took care of everything and showed you how to do stuff.

This time I’m alone.

Well I have my friend with me and she’s gonna be in charge of the airport stuff and I’m in charge of the hotel stuff. Like she’s mommying me on the plane and I’m mommying her making sure she doesn’t party too hardy.

Hehehehehe, somewhere in that last comment is a secret joke that only people who know me in real life will laugh at.

That is if they connect the dots.

Those are hard to do sometimes though.

Especially when there’s like 5634576 dots and they’re all closed together and stuff, it’s terrifying.

I do enjoy them though.

I prefered coloring pages though.

Maybe I’ll bring a coloring book in to the office and color it with my pretty pens…that’s actually not a bad idea.

I have a sketchy dollar store mermaid coloring book.

I have to think about this.

Thinking done, tomorrow I’m bringing it.

It’s slow on Wednesdays! There aren’t many people many of the time, plus I’m gonna have to be in super early again cause of the thing in my desk that some guy needs.

Classes are almost out if they aren’t already, so my hallway is about to get pretty crowded, but that’s cool, I just had a nice talk with the janitor, his name’s Ray.

I liked him.

He was nice.

I like nice people.

In real life, for some reason I always prefer the villains when it comes to stories and movies and what not. They’re more complex in my mind, like I want to understand why you’re doing what you’re doing. What drove them to do waht they did, why are they like this.

I’m mostly ranting cause I just saw a sweet Harley Quinn dress and I need to give myself a legit reason to actually buy it cause $40 is a lot, but it’s so perfect for me and I want it for reasons.

I’m also wearing my Batman ring today so I think it’s sign.

I also have a regular penguin earing in, that makes me think the penguin…and Gothem premired last night…all signs are pointing to me buying that dres…

Fingers crossed that I have some hotcash.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to splurge though.

That’s a lot of money and I’m a cheap miser.

Like, Scrooge McDuck has nothing on me.

So I have to somehow convince myself that there is a legit reason for me to buy that dress.

Cause it’s not a costume for me, like they’re selling it as a costume, I’m wanting it as a wardrobe piece. It’s so pretty and perfect and I want it.

Still not enough reason for me to buy though, maybe I’ll go to the store to see if I can try it on and if I try it on and it’s not as magical as I imagine it, then I won’t buy it.

Plus for all I know it could be very cheap material and what not.

I hope it is, cause I really don’t want to spend the money.

I just REALLY want the dress, it’s so pretty and perfect, and I’m just too cheap and miserly. It’s a struggle I face.

A huge struggle.

My mom calls me out on it all the time.

I once decided against buying this awesome Batman beachtowel, despite having a gift card, cause the sale price of $10 was still too much for me.

I feel I should be spending money on important things, like saving for an apartment, or a car, or Comic-Con San Diago.

I really wanna go to Comic-Con San Diego.

I don’t think it’s in the cards for this year.

Maybe the dress will be my compinsation to myself, you can’t go to comic-con but you can treat yourself to a cute new comic book dress.

That actually might work.

But I need to buy nice work clothes again.

I can’t figure out if I wore what I’m wearing today last week or not.

I hate those moments.

I don’t think I did, but I can’t be sure. Cause I looked in the mirror and was like, “Didn’t you JUST wear that?”

Now that I’m thinking I don’t think I wore it last week, I think I thought about it but then it looked sketched so I didn’t but now I’m wearing it and it doesn’t look as sketch as I thought it did.

Or it looked sketch and I just couldn’t be bothered.

It looked sketch and I couldn’t be bothered.

I’m sketch.

It happens.

I still look cute though.

I think.

My nails look cute.

It’s like I have mini galexies on my nails and I love it. Next time I want to paint my nails one color I’m doing this again.

Cause usally I do alternating colors and paint pokadots and pokeballs, but last night I just needed to redo them, but I couldn’t be bothered to take out like 20 million colors and debate which would look best together, and considering I just did a rainbow so that was 5 colors(I had to forgo indigo and violet, cause 5 fingers per hand, seven colors in a rainbow, just doesn’t add right. Struggles.) plus I did white pokadots, so that’s another bottle, not to mention the clear top coat. So I had used 7 bottles last time. This time I was like, meh, I don’t want to have to go through that again, plus some of my nails were a bit stained so I needed a darker color.

I went with dark blue with a top coat of sparkles.

They’re so sparkly.

It’s like I have space on my nails.

Space nails.

I love it.

So this will be my fall back for when I’m feeling lazy and unamused with all my colors. Cause I have so many colors but looking at them all I go through the whole, “I have nothing to wear.” thing.

I blatently have a box full of polishes, I just don’t feel any of the colors sometimes and my mom only has pinks and corals, and I use them enough as it is, cause pinks my favorite color and such.

Go pink.

Favorite color.

Can’t you tell from my background?

That I just remembered was pink, cause I don’t look at my page until I post the thing, so sometimes I forget the color.

I love the color.

I’m such a stereoytpical girly girl sometimes, and I’m cool with that.

Between pink and rainbows, I can never choose.

Someone looked me straight in the eye after I did one of my unicorn and sparkle rants and was dead sirius:

“I picture you bleeding rainbows.”

Wait what?

“Like if you were to cut yourself, you’d be like, ‘oh violet! And it sparkles…prettyyyyy'”

He was sirius about it too.

I thought it was hilarious and now like to think it’s true.

When I bleed I leave a trail of sparkly rainbows in it’s place.

Like how a unicorn shoots rainbows out its butt.

It’s scientific fact.

By that I mean it was on Supernatural.

If it’s on Supernatural it must be true.

The walls just made a super scary noise.

I think it’s another sign.

I talk Supernatural and the walls make noise….

On the plus side, Sam and Dean might show up.

Hopefully it’s younger Sam and Dean, cause the world only screwed them over a bit, but not the whole nine yards yet.

Plus they’re still trying to save people as opposed to gank first and hope.

And there goes the hottie hot prof.

Such a nice guy, he didn’t look over or anything.

But it’s cool.

I’m too busy for you anyway.

Not really.

I have nothing but time.

Well in 15 minutes I have lunch time.

And there goes the hottie hot prof’s equally as hot friend who is also a prof, just not one I ever have or met.

Boy would I like to meet him though, if you know what I mean.

Do you know what I mean?

No?

I don’t either.

If anyone understands what I mean please tell me, it would be mighty helpful.

I just heard a dramatic sigh. It was a sigh of resignment I think.

Like they aren’t sad, but the acknolwedge that they can’t do something or something is wrong.

I get it.

That I do understand. I can read between the lines of a sigh.

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So back from lunch.

It was lovely I had a peanutbutter sandwich and it was very delicious.

It was made with honey wheat bread.

My very own special loaf of bread that was bought specifically for me.

You know, if specicifically for me means the whole freaking family.

It’s my loaf of bread and yesterday I went to take out a peice and low and behold, the twistie tie was missing.

I always put the twistie tie back on.

Someone’s been touching my bread.

I now have to knot it closed too! Not cool bro, not cool.

I like to keep my bread fresh.

And hello hottie hot prof’s equally as hot friend prof.

He looked tired according the gal he was talking to. Poor thing.

THE PRINTER

Quick!

BE PRODUCTIVE

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And no one walked in as I was being productive

Dangit…

On the plus side, all I got to do is turn in my spiny chair and boom productivity!

Cause all my productive stuff is literally behind me.

Literally.

Okay, maybe not literally cause it’s to the right of me and not behind me.

But I have my back to it?

More like my side to it.

Darn.

Guess I used literally wrong again.

I hate when I do that.

I’m trying to make it so that I say figuratively now whenever I think about using literally unless I mean whatever I’m saying literally.

“I was attacked by literally a million ninjas.”

No, you were attacked by literally 3. But figureatively there were millions, cause you’re really weak.

BOOM!

Ninja blast.

If I were a ninja I’d name all my moves like, “Ninja punch!” It would be cool, and whenever someone would talk about the attacked they faced they wouldn’t know what to say cause if they were like, “He hit me with his ninja punch!” Yeah, no one believes that.

I feel ninja punch is a good ending to this story/blog.

So I shall bid you all farewell.

Toodles!

…NINJA PUNCH!

 

Google’s Back, Tell a Friend

Oh Google, you beautiful and wonderful creature you. Never leave me again, I missed you far too much. You’re the helpful little friend I go to when I need to spell and need to know how to do things.

Like check the messages on my work phone.

Never noticed before.

Says I have missed calls in the bottom corner of my phone.

I don’t know what to do with that.

No messages.

Just a missed call.

AND SWEET SANCTUARY MY HALLWAY IS EMPTY EXCEPT FOR TRAIL MIX WHO JUST CLOSED HIS DOOR.

So instead of sounding fake productive, I’m gonna doodle. I’m gonna doodle so good.

Alas, the printer in my office has gone off.

That means someone will be coming in soon, maybe I should open an email and make it look like I’m reading that, or I’m typing a reply.

Looks a bit more official than WordPress.

Or doodling.

I put my decoy notebook out to cover the doodles.

It has my hours on it and it looks like I’m trying to be all smartical about it and I think I’m doing pretty good with that.

Maybe.

Anyway, real problem. I don’t know how to handle another situation but the boss lady is in class.

I was moments ago singing the praises of classes, now I’m sad.

Boo!

I hate making myself sad.

It’s like, why?

Why would you do that?

Being sad is a sad thing.

Make yourself unsad.

Think unsad things.

Like superheroes and puppies.

Or basically Chris Pratt, cause his is both. A sweet happy and loving puppy and a superhero!

Technically an anti-hero, but that’s cool too.

I love anti-heroes.

The other day I was thinking about how I’d love to be a villain, now I’m thinking anti-hero status is a bit better.

You’re still good, you’re thought of as a good person, but when you occasionally do a bad thing everyone thinks it’s just adorable instead.

Awww look at the little anti-hero trying to do something bad. Aww it’s so cute how they think they’re still threatening.

It’s a true thing.

One word: Vegeta.

He was the villain at one point, then became one of the good guys, who’s threats were usually laughed off by the main good guy.

Plus he wore a neon pink shirt.

I love that shirt.

Best dressed Vegeta hands down.

If I were a dude I would totally do that as a costume.

I mean, I could do it as a girl, but I don’t like to crossplay. I mean it’s cool, but personally I rather be a female character. A little less suffering in the costume department. Not as restricting if you catch my drift.

No?

Oh well.

You weren’t supposed to read that anyway.

So my hallway is now filled with people, fun times.

I actually did real work, but I can’t do what I need to do cause the boss lady is busy.

When the boss lady is busy you grab a ticket and wait in line.

Every time I went to grab her she wasn’t in her office, now she is but she’s having a legit important meeting.

She’s out!

Maybe I can grab her before she’s taken hostage for another meeting.

No!

She’s talking with cool dude.

My name keeps coming up.

Man, I gotta pretend like I’m not listening.

I’m totally listening, but she’s not trying to hide it so it’s fine.

If it was meant to be a secret she would be all secretive about it.

Hopefully once she’s done with him, I can grab her and ask all three of my questions.

3 questions for 3 different things I need to do. Like these are important things. Really important things. So important I don’t think I can even talk about it, for reals.

I think her office is open now!

Finally.

Let’s see.

Well, I got two out of three questions answered. Now I need to go ask somebody else cause she doesn’t know. The person I need to ask has a line out her office door.

Great.

I took a number and I’ll go back.

I figured out one answer on my own, but I need to tell her, however, she has her door closed…

Dangit!

Some serious shiz is happening and I have nothing to hold onto.

Oh…her door was closed cause a person was in there with her…again.

Boss Lady is mad busy.

Maybe nice lady is finally open.

Nice lady was opened!

One problem is solved.

High-five!

Highfived myself.

Did you ever notice that high-fiving yourself is literally clapping for yourself. You are giving yourself applause.

Maybe clapping was invented cause Shakespeare was in the audience for one of his performances and he was like, “This rocks. Go me!” Then he highfived himself and someone heard it was like, that’s a great idea.

And soon the entire place is high-fiving themselves and Shakespeare is like, “You fools! I wrote it, stop self-fiving.” Then people start cheering too and he realises that they’re highfiving themselves in his honor. He was being applauded. And that’s how applause was invented.

Thank you.

I wish for someone to give an oral report like that one day.

With a few, “dudes,” thrown in as well.

Dude is one of my favorites.

I call everyone dude.

I’m a dude.

He’s a dude.

She’s a dude.

We’re all dudes, hey!

Oh Good Burger, the absolute joy you bring me. Especially now, when I need that joy.

She’s still not in her office.

If she’s not back before my lunch, I’m gonna have to talk to her after.

Dangit.

I NEED to talk to her.

And the need didn’t look as important in that sentence cause it’s right next to the only other capital word in that sentence.

Does I count as a word?

Let’s find out.

I

IT DOES!

Awesome!

Even more awesome, she walked by!

I’m gonna try to grab her really quick!

Got her!

Got 2 out of three problems taken care of!

I just need to fix one more…I can try to see if she’ll help me after my lunch.

Cause I’m actually really hungry now.

I think it’s one of those, hey, you usually eat this time everyday, your body is expecting food yo.

So food yo, it is.

Food yo is the best kind of food.

I went and visited my old club and shiz got real!

Legit real.

Like, so much freaking drama it should be illegal kind of real.

I can’t say the details cause it’s trying to be kept on the down low.

But here’s the basics:

• Homeboy likes Vegan Girl.
• Vegan Girl and Homeboy start to date.
• Cute indie couple music plays.
• Vegan Girl supposedly still talks to her Vegan Ex.
• Friend of Vegan Ex tells Innocent Bystander(Played by yours truly) that Vegan Girl has been texting her Vegan Ex.
• Vegan Ex has no idea Homeboy exists.
• Innocent Bystander tells Homeboy’s Confidant the situation.
• Confidant tells Innocent Bystander that they should tell Homeboy’s Best Friend.
• Innocent Bystander tells Best Friend.
• Best Friend will now talk to Homeboy.

It’s a big mess truthfully. I honestly don’t know what to do, because A. I thought I graduated high school years ago (why is this high school stuff happening now?) and B. I’ve never been in this situation before. Like, if it were me, I would want to know about it, cause it could be nothing or it could be something. We don’t know for certain, we don’t know the details of the time frame. However, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

I don’t want to cause a big hubbub but at the same time if the situation is handled delicately it could be alright. Best Friend even said that he might message Friend of Vegan Ex to get the more details, this way it isn’t third hand knowledge, just secondhand. Friend of Vegan Ex said she wanted to stay out of it, but I think she would help out there. An unnamed source, like Deep Throat.

I wish I could play that role right now though, I rather be an unknown source than a known one. However, I take responsibility for what happens.

This is some soap opera stuff right here.

Or reality tv stuff.

Reality Tv is the soap opera of the modern era I think.

I wanna be on reality tv, I feel like I’d be a welcome presence.

Like, the whole group would be like, “This girl is so weird” Then one night, one of the dudes stay back at the house with me instead of going out with everyone else. He plans to stay in his room and relax away from the drama of the club. Then I walk into his room and in a serious voice ask the most important question one can, “Do you wanna make a pillow fort?” He’ll look at me and then after a moment of silence. “Hell yeah, let’s do it.”

We make the pillow fort, we bond. He says I remind him of his little sister, I say I remind everyone of their little sister, even those without little sisters.

I have that type of personality I guess. Everyone who meets me thinks I would be a good little sister, and they feel the need to protect me and help me. Which is nice, cause also on occasion, it’s not little sister syndrome and they just think I’m cute but those are few and far in between. I don’t know how to explain it, I’m cute first and foremost. I have a high pitch voice, I like cutsey things, and nine times out of ten I’m the youngest in the room.

It’s a thing.

Meh, I’ve accepted it.

Should I accept defeat and close this blog off early?

Or should I wait around a little more, cause I still have 2 hours left.

The amount of times it took me to just spell left is very pathetic. Good thing no one will ever know oh wait-

Too late to delete it. I’ve already moved past that line. It’s there permanently in my mind. It needs to be said.

That’s the good thing about papers, you send them out finished to the professors and they never know all the mess ups and mistakes that you actually put in there originally.

Like when you have a place holder for a paragraph that you’ll add in later.

*PLACE VERY WITTY COMMENT ABOUT LIFE AND SHIZ HERE*

Then there’s the awkward moment when you sent the rough one to your proff.

“Sorry professor, I didn’t mean to send you that! It was my rough draft. My paper really isn’t called, Lincoln Really Should Have Stayed In That Night.”

Though I have worked some odd things into my normal papers, my astronomy class had so many references to Doctor Who and Star Trek it’s not even funny, cause they flowed so seamlessly. Then there are classes where you think it wouldn’t work, but I worked a Newsies reference into a Journalism Paper.

I was inspired cause my playlist for writing Journalism Papers was basically the Newsies Soundtrack.

The Disney version though, nothing beats Batman singing about Santa Fe.

I would love the Broadway version too.

Don’t own it.

Wish I did.

Sad.

LOOK AT ME, I’M THE KING OF NEW YORK~

Favorite song, I don’t know why. Like, I love the entire score and soundtrack, it was catchy and fun, but for some reason this song is the one I constantly sing.

I’m probably gonna be singing it under my breath for the rest of the day.

I’d sing more, but I don’t know all the lyrics and what do you know, out internet is still sketch. Google is working, so woo google. However, other sites are like, “Nah man, we’re off today.”

Not cool bro, not cool.

Speaking of bros, cool dude just left.

Sad.

The rest of the hallway is still filled. Boss Lady is still here, doing her Boss Lady things.

I wonder if she’ll notice if I go and refill my water bottle.

I like to drink water.

It’s yummy.

Gonna run down to my club to re-fill my water, they’re cool about it. And by that I mean they accept that I do it. Cause they can’t tell me no.

It doesn’t work like that.

I did it.

I got stopped and jokingly told to stop.

Called it.

I claimed mermaid rights so I’m exempt.

Cause every personality quiz/test I take I always end up the Little Mermaid. Which is cool, I like her songs, I like her movie, we’re both hoarders, so it fits pretty well. I just wish it wasn’t the ginger princess. Not cause I’m a hater, well, I am a hater, but I don’t hate on gingers, that’s just mean. I mean it’s a bit predictable that I relate the red-headed princess the most while being a redhead.

Personally Cinderella is my favorite.

I want glass slippers for my wedding day.

Or something similar.

The problem I face: Nerd Wedding vs. Disney Wedding.

Maybe both?

Both.

Both is good.

Now all I need is a groom and I’m set!

Fingers crossed for a groom who likes both Disney and Nerd things!

Fingers crossed for a groom!

Fingers crossed for anyone at this point.

Fingers crossed it doesn’t rain today.

I mean it’s been looking like rain all day and with my luck it’ll start the second I get outside and stop once I’m indoors.

HOTTIE HOT PROF

I think.

I just saw plaid out of the corner of my eye, he usually wears plaid.

Walked by again.

So, the hottie hot prof.

I’m still blushing and smiling from yesterday.

Teehee~

Dangit, lights went out again.

Finally found the sensor though, took me long enough.

Every time I wave my arms around it’s cool cause then it’s like I’m a mutant.

Which is technically true cause gingerism is caused by a mutant gene.

Gingers are basically the X-men.

I’m an x-man.

Well x-woman.

Do I have to be Jean cause she’s the red-head?

I hope not, though I do love her power.

Hmmm…I have to think on that.

I think this is a good place to leave.

Until tomorrow, toodles~

JINXING YOURSELF IS TRUE

I had just did a post, but holy musical batman!

The hottie hot walked by.

He did a double take.

And said hi.

I REPEAT THE HOTTIE HOT PROF FINALLY SAID HI TO ME.

He also came in and we had a small chat.

BUT OH MY GOSH I’M BLUSHING.

Thought I would share.