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.
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…
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~
The Ramblings of a Mad Girl 