ubr l33t kydz -vs- supr n00bz

  I've managed to get my working on this blog to be considered a class project. I will be getting credit for working on it in and out of the classroom. Which is pretty much amazing. I'm getting A's for learning; how to compose a blog post, how to code a completely original blogger template, how to create blog elements from the ground up, while limiting my use of others graphic resources, and how to be a complete nerd for all the World Wide Web to see. I RULE!! Speaking of nerdy I've decided that I'm going to substitute all sorts of nerdy words for curse words. (i.e. God *DRAM it! What the **Frack? What a ***RIMM job! and so on....) 

I guess now that I'm on the topic of nerdy-ness I will inform my reader that I also play World of Warcraft (though many tell me I do so poorly :P), and I guess when I say "I play World of Warcraft" I should also inform the reader (my 1 reader) that I used to play WoW, because I currently do not have a computer with the means to run WoW. (My laptop is a hand-me-down of Jurassic proportions. Meaning I update my blog on a Dell-osaurus Rex. Okay, Fine!..... My laptop is old. That's what I'm saying.) Sadly I was still able to play WoW 9 days ago, and I still have a good 20 days left of subscription. (/emo hair swoosh) Lame. I guess I need to stop relying on other people's computers to play my video games. As I keep typing I'm realizing that this post has very little point to it. (yet I'll still click post, because I don't know how to make it have a point and I've already typed this far.) I have a feeling I know why there's no answer answer the the rhetoric annalist's question, "so what?". I think it's because Anthropologically the most pressing matter on my mind does not belong on a blog to float freely along the World Wide Whatever for all to see.


*Dynamic random-access memory
**originated Battlestar Galactica
***Rambus Inline Memory Module 

The Breakdown

So hello Internet this is my first blog post (unless you count xanga in the late nineties and the early 2000's, which obviously I don't). Now I don't read a whole lot of blogs and I don't expect I'll ever have many reader, for this reason I feel that I shouldn't have to introduce myself in length seeing as how I'll end up being my only reader. This vlog is not likely to be as structured as I want because I have some semblance of a life. (though obviously not enough to keep me from having a blog)I digress; most of my blog posts will be completely random but there are a few blog posts that I will be reoccurring:


Roadkill Roundup-
This is where I take a morbid fact of the number of roadkill sightings I've seen and attempt to make it humorous


Possible Band Names-
This is where I choose one of my possible band name ideas and see where it takes me


My favorite Stumble Upon links-
Self explanatory, I'd hope.


As for the rest of the posts, it's really anyone's guess and so with that I caution you.


I know that you spell blog B-L-O-G. Mine isn't spelled V-L-O-G because it sounds like something a Bram Stoker character would call a Internet blog. I am calling this a vlog with the hopes of eventually having video blog updates (just as soon as I can figure out how to do so without coming off whiny or have to dawn the fake British accent and degrading low-cut shirt with witty humor.)


Huzzah! and that is all. 

Over Thinking

I just don't think I'll ever understand the hopeful scientist who encouraged me to think less


Everything Has It's Place!!

*My Pencil Sharpener*


I keep my metal artist quality manual pencil sharpener separate from my pencils. (maybe, since this topic will be obscure as is, there should be some background.)


Background Information:


(I went to sharpen my pencil for Algebra II, and, due to the storm last night, that knocked out the school's power, the electric sharpener did not sharpen anything. No, in fact; it sat there plugged into the outlet, and taunted me. As a solution I pulled out my handy dandy manual sharpener, from my junk bag, (originally used as a clinique makeup bag), in my giant purse. As I retrieve the sharpener, i realize that is would be more time efficient to not have it in a separate location from my pencils.)


I sat and pondered a moment as to why it was that I kept it in my junk bag, and my brain pulls up a mental list. (it was fracking weird! it even looked oddly PDF-like) So below I'm going to attempt a recreation of my Brain generated file.



Why the pencil sharpener is in your Purse

Written and Edited by Your Brain


You love that sharpener.


You don’t want to lose that pencil sharpener.


You take your purse (w/ pencils) everywhere, and you only carry you pencil holder (inside your book bag) to school.


There’s a MUCH greater likelihood you’ll need a pencil sharpener when you’re outside of the educational environment. (I.e.: The Park, The Mall, That one Chick’s Bedroom, The Men’s Restroom, ect.)


High-Schoolers have little to no moral or ethical groundings, and would likely steal that sharpener. (w/ precious few exceptions)

Things that aren’t in a 50 foot radius of you, outside of your bedroom, have a 200% higher chance of being lost, or forgotten by you. (w/ a direct rate of increase dependent upon number and severity of hindrances such as lack of sleep, lack of food, lack of ADHD medication, excess of stress and/or excess of sadness)
Since you hold your purse closer to your physiognomy* which allows it to be much more easily seen then you backpack you have an even greater decrease in risk of loss.
Keeping your sharpener in your purse further prevents you from losing it simply due to the fact that you think “why do I keep my pencil sharpener here, in my purse?” every time you retrieve it to go to sharpen a/some pencil(s) with it. (the question is significant to your ability to keep the sharpener because it’s scientifically proven that if you question something you’re more likely to remember the a fore mentioned specimen of inquiry. [Questioning the Sharpener’s location = Remembering the Sharpener’s location.])


*Hawthornese for face, and my english teacher would be so proud.





If you are sitting there after having read this whole post and you don't understand why I wrote it, or you don't see the irony then I'm not sure this is the blog for you. I do promise though that not all my posts will be quiet this random and nearly irrelivant.