Who was it that posted a blog (like, forever ago) about the Batman episode where Joker nabs a TV spot in which he says, "So, if you want to avoid any unhappy landings, send $40,000,000 to me, The Joker. That's FORTY MILLION DOLLARS! Operators are standing by! And remember, don't send it by air mail!" *evil laughter here*

Seriously, who was it?

I want to squee over it with you.

As for everyone else, let's all take a moment to marvel at the irony of me not liking Batman until after Dalton and I broke up, after he spent five years trying to get me hooked on it. And also, that the Joker is both his and my favorite character? And all he wanted to do while we were dating was share in his fanboy love? LOLOLOLOLOL

This is yet another reason why I'm sure our love was never meant to be. Too bad he's still hopelessly in love with me. Why is it that whenever it seems I've FINALLY gotten my ducks in a row my life turns into a fucking soap opera?! It's the kind of situation where you HAVE to find it funny, or you'll just go crazy. Kinda like choir was this last year...*tries to repress memories*

Everyone deals with grief differently. My methods of getting through it are pretty generic though. I get quiet, reclusive, introspective. I often times feel like an empty shell holding nothing but the fragments of my thoughts which, horribly enough, spin around in a whirlwind of emotions.

Grief is made worse when it's caused by losing someone you've loved for years. All the tiny little details around you remind you of him, and you dissolve into tears before anyone has a chance to realize your expression has changed from one of impassivity to pure agony. It's these little details, the watch on your wrist, the airfreshner in your car, the apple pie in your freezer, the sheets on the bed, the newest film to finally make it to DVD that you dragged him to see in theaters a million times, to the point you could both quote it line for line...these are the things that truly break you. After all is said and done, and the screaming ends, and you think you're okay, these are the things that remind you there's still crying to be done.

I want everyone to read this and understand that if I am very meek and quiet, and then suddenly in tears or acting like an ice queen and directing all my bitchiness at you, it's nothing personal. I'm just hurting. A lot. It's not your fault, and don't be insulted or upset. I'll tell you I'm sorry in advance: I'm sorry. Remind me that I lashed out at you once I've moved on and I'll bake you some cookies or something. Or maybe I'll bake you apple pie, since I no longer have anyone else to bake it for.

So yeah, if I snap it's not because I'm angry at you, I'm just grieving.

These are the reasons that I will never stop loving you:

1.) You never judge me or think that I'm crazy, even though I kind of cried at the end of the TOS Star Trek episode "This Side of Paradise" when Spock has to ditch the hot blond chick even though he is clearly in love with her.

2.) You only realized a year ago that Saltines are in fact crackers and I had to explain to you recently that "grande mucho bean burritos, lederhosen and bratwurst" are not ethnic foods. That, and your Spanish sucks.

3.) When you come over if I leave you unsupervised for even two minutes you'll hide somewhere, insisting that you are a ninja, and even though it's really stupid you always scare me when you jump out to surprise me.

4.) Even though you might tease me about my fangirl obsessiveness and the fact that I now have SIX fandoms, you never mean it. In fact, I think you love it. Oh, and just in case you have trouble remembering them again they're the Legend of Zelda, Red vs. Blue, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Star Trek [TOS], Harry Potter and Transformers.

5.) Your love for me is truly unconditional. No matter how stupid/illogical/emotional I can sometimes be or how much I embarrass you in public you still embarrass me more love me.

6.) You indulge in my delusions, whether it's calling me "Captain" and asking if you should "set phasers to stun or kill" or learning inappropriate phrases in Japanese ^^

7.) Your spelling and grammar are abhorrent and I for some reason find that endearing.

8.) You've always known that I love you, even when I couldn't see it for myself.

9.) You always know exactly what to say to make it all better.

10.) You put up with all my eccentricities even though I don't put out.

So I raise my glass to you, Dalton, because even though you'll have a car before me, poke me in the side incessantly and force me to help you draw up plans for world domination, you'll love me no matter how annoying I get. "Pantsu o hakimasen," to you too babe.

♥ Happy ♥ Birthday ♥ Lawrence ♥

I am posting this from my phone

sorry there is no punctuation

dalton says hi and he keeps looking at me like he wants to eat me alive or something

he says I am warm and soft

he is cute

also mishi and will have to come camping with us over spring break

wow this was pointless

Top 10 Worst Cartoon Catchphrases of all Time

10. "In the name of the moon I'll punish you!" Sailor Moon
9. "Pikachu go!" Pokemon
8. "It's Ninja Time!" Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
7. "Huaaaaaaaaagh!!!" Dragon Ball Z
6. "Well, excuuuse me Princess." The Legend of Zelda Cartoon
5. "Go, go Power Rangers!" Power Rangers
4. "Brain Blast!" Jimmy Neutron
3. "Go Joe!" G.I. Joe
2. "Calling All Spider Riderz." Spider Riderz
1. Anything ever uttered by Captain Planet...particularly this line, "The power is YOURS!!!" You know what cappy? Fuck you. The power can be yours okay asshole?

...sorry, I have a serious issue with that blue guy. I'm all for saving the Earth but...just...

yeah.

This is the card Dalton got me, it's from VGCats.

Dalton thinks I look like the woman in Casablanca. Isn't that sweet? This is her: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000006/

In other news, this quiz was fun; you should take it.

I'm no longer single! Me and my ex Dalton (a.k.a. Charlie) got back together and...well...I can't say what else is happening in my love life but it's exciting. I'd love to tell you all but I've been sworn to secrecy. Sorry! All I can say is that I'm really happy and that what is happening is the 12th odd thing about me. If you know what I'm talking about don't say anything, and if you don't know don't bother asking 'cause I won't tell! It's not against the rules or anything, but it could cause damage to all parties involved if the world were ever to know.

That's right, my life is way cooler than yours. Ha ha!

My ex-boyfriend Lawrence (who is the [non-slash] Grif to my Simmons) decided he wanted to try his hand at brainstorming for a fan fic. Here's what he came up with.

Warning: I'm posting this as a way to mock him (as is customary in our friendship) so it's really lame. No, I didn't come up with any of this. It's all on him. I can't believe I'm actually posting this...

( Grif's & Simmons' Wild and Crazy Mad-cap Adventure! )

My good buddy Dalton sent me an e-mail that read: What does yellow taste like?

You have to understand that Dalton is kind of insane, so when I read this I thought he was trying to be funny in his normal (weird) way. I was so blown by the randomness of the question that I murmured it aloud. Was it a riddle? Perhaps. However, not knowing for sure what the hell he was ranting about I decided to investigate. Before I knew it I was looking at google search results, the most promising of which appeared to be a blog run by pencil-pushing office pirates (don't ask). It was here I found the answer to my question.

Apparently the newest slogan for Corn Pops is "Big yellow taste, sweet puffed crunch"

This posed another question. Ironically, it was the same question that had been asked me five minutes earlier; what does yellow taste like?

http://www.officepirates.com/officepirates/fyi/0,26102,1220089,00.html

In other news, thanks to Freelancer_Tex who made me some neat icons (including the one I'm posting with!)

Ugh, I can't sleep and my bachelorettehood* has already left me feeling...undesirable. There is no one to slap my ass, or talk dirty to me, or say me I'm incredibly sexy, or tell me what he wants to do to me/me to do to him. It totally bites.

I'd LIKE to describe myself as sultry (which I am) but there's no one to be sultry for (well, there is but I don't want random guys to check me out). Honestly, I'm getting tired of saying this: I HATE BEING SINGLE!!! The worst part is, not only do I need to take time and heal, I'm holding out for Chris, and who knows how long that will take?! Even then, he's not exactly the slap-on-the-ass-dirty-talk-over-the-phone kinda guy.

Good Lord, I just KNOW I'm going to get married young. Why? Because I'm abstaining from sex until marriage and I just don't know how much longer I can take!!!! I am unwanted and all alone!!! *cries*

In other news, I can't fuckin' sleep and I left my RvB season 3 DVD downstairs, but I don't want to wake everyone up and go get it so I'll just watch it online I guess. Oh yeah, 3am and still truckin'!

Please someone tell me I'm sexy! I'm sexy right? I'm NEAR flat-chested, with short curly brown hair and color changing eyes (blue/green with this cool gold ring in the center) although my driver's license says hazel I believe. Also, I have long legs and alabaster skin...or I'm just really pale. Yeah, most of the time I look like a dead chick walking I'm so fucking pale. I'm still sexy though right? Right?! RIGHT?!?!

*Okay, bachelorettehood isn't a word, but it sounds better to me than singleness. Bachelors have a word to describe their state of being single [bachelorhood], and young unmarried women can call themselves bachelorettes, so why can't I be in the midst of a bechelorettehood? The english language is so sexist. Why do men get priority over women? Lame! Wait a minute, my livejournal entry now has FOOTNOTES!! Gawd, I'm such a fucking geek...

So today I broke up with my boyfriend Dalton. We've been going out for a very long time and we both wanted to go back to being friends...okay, I wanted to go back to being friends and he said he was cool with that.

Then, something else happened. There is a boy Chris whom I am very much in love but he has always said he didn't love me. Today during passing period, I got 2 text messages from him that read "i love u" "will u go out with me?" and I was so excited. I wrote him back "only if you're willing to wait a few months while I get over my break-up with Dalton" a reasonable request considering how long we dated for. Chris then called me to say, "That wasn't actually me. I left my cell phone out and some guys I know took it and sent those to you without me knowing."

That was probably the most devastating thing I've heard in months. It still hurts actually. That's okay though...I'll get through it I guess.