you are my center when I spin away

I watched way too many episodes of Hannah Montana this morning. It's really sort of depressing. At least it's been like... half a year since I've looked at Disney Channel gossip. That was so addicting for awhile, and whyyyy? No longer care about the lives of celebrity tweens, though it was kind of fascinating and made me fear for future generations.

Why did I buy a paid account over here, seriously? I'm allowed 200 icons and I've used like... 20. I guess it's hard to keep my interest here when I could seriously just use my livejournal. It's really the same thing, I'm not seeing a huge difference. And I've had my LJ since I was 13 years old. About 6 and 1/2 years of my life are documented over there. From young teen to adult. Too bad the past year has been mostly Mason angst and Arashi spam. They sort of hit at the same time, didn't they?

I wish I had talent for something.

My sister got so angry at me when I said that, but it's just so very true. I never try to write original fiction. I hated my plays and screenplays. I have no attention span for stories, I'd never be able to write novels. But I hate formal and nonfiction writing. Sometimes I wonder if I really like writing at all, but then I think I must. When I was 17, I wrote at least... 40 to 50 RP replies a day. Novella sized. My livejournal was filled with lengthy entries each day. I still write in some way shape or form probably everyday, but at least a few days a week. I wouldn't keep doing it if I didn't get something from it. I'm just not sure what that is, what I'm realistically going to do with it.

Part of me wants to run away and learn how to sing and play celtic music. Let my long red hair just blow in the breeze with like... a violin under my chin or a piano to sit at... or... even just a microphone. But I'm not formally trained, I was forced to quit choir a long time ago because of band, and even with band I picked an instrument I can't ever truly play again. I can't sight read. I do everything my own way, and that's just not good enough.

I kind of hate not knowing what I want. And this is randomly personal and rambling.

Huh.

I am supporting Crazy Moon because I am in favor of...



✹ NEEN EXPLOSION!!

FWAAAAH, it is FABULOUS (more on the letter 'F' later).

THEORIES

The Origin of the Term "Boobs" for BASOOMZ: Back in the days of yore (and quite possibly still today, though perhaps infrequent), it was not uncommon to call someone a boob if you thought they were being a complete idiot. Example:

"Is it possible that the chaotic nature of the world on a micro level influences the way things operate on a macro level?"

"Did someone say cat macros!?"

"Oh Johnny, don't be such a boob! And yes let's look at cat macros nao..."

So really, it would follow from this that after numerous times of calling men boobs as they sputtered and stammered in front of women with large breasts, the name started being applied to the source of the stupidity and caught on from there. Women have boobs because men are boobs.

Note - an alternative theory that I stole from Yahoo!Answers (WHERE THE KNOWLEDGE COMES FROM o:) is that it comes from the German word for TEAT. TIIIIIIIIT. Man, boobs are hilarious, don't ask me why.


Why There Are So Many Redheads Here in Virginia: (I had to come up with a theory for this because I wanted to know the reason for me no longer being special, damn it.)

John Smith had sex with someone a long time ago. Now the genes are just hanging around. THANKS A LOT, OLD FAT BEARDY REDHEAD JOHN SMITH. WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE BEEN A STRAPPING YOUNG LAD OF BLONDE AND MEL GIBSON? Damn you.

Why the Second Book Was Called 'If You Give a Moose a Muffin': The first was 'If you give a mouse a cookie' for anyone unaware of this classic piece of children's literature. Clearly the concept behind these books originated as animals receiving food they are not normally presented with, the juxtaposition of neglected creatures and delicious human snacks (not snacks made OF human, that's a whole new ballgame) makes for a titillating (BOOB JOKE!) read.

Then they discovered that you can get people to buy shit with alliteration. MOOSE AND MUFFIN. PIG AND PANCAKE. These books will fly off the shelves. And really, I don't think it's wrong. Alliteration is everywhere and people buy into it.

Look at FREEDOM FRIES. Or FIVE DOLLAR FOOT LONGS (bitch at me later when the song is in your head, I know the dangers of even starting a sentence with five dollar now). However, this brings me to a whole new theory about it being even MORE deadly when the letter F is involved because people just like the letter F.

FUCKING FANTASTIC FUN FFFFYEAAAAAAH.

Fail!Sho. FLAILING.

♥ The End.

Or would they have to jump up a bit first?

When was the last time I watched a movie and laughed myself silly over it I wonder. I bet I'd feel more like myself again if I'd take some time to watch Penelope and Stardust, Mamma Mia and Enchanted, Sleepless in Seattle and Pillow Talk. Even when I was studying screenwriting, I wasn't afraid to be a total girl about my films of choice (with Die Hard slipped in there - Bruce Willis ♥).

To do list: stop mixing Arashi songs with Spice Girls on your ultramixer and giggling about it like a 12 year old, take your online film adaptation midterm (what are you doing in this class anyway you left Philadelphia and films skfjkdjfmd), order a pizza, write lots and lots of ficlets.

This commercial stopped airing years ago and I still think about it sometimes: She's gonna eat MONKEY!

If Arashi were suddenly to become the objects/appliances from the Brave Little Toaster - Nino (Toaster) Ohno (Blanket) Aiba (Lamp) Jun (Vaccuum) Sho (Radio)? Special appearance by KAT-TUN collectively as the Air Conditioner?

PS: Anyone else watch that Himitsu awhile back with the EVIL BEES and suddenly want to rush off to watch Eddie Izzard standup? Covered in bees!