Sugar High

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2006-07-26T17:16:00.000-07:00

Nobody reads this godforsaken blog.

Fuck it, I'm getting an LJ.

The Big Bad Wishlist

2006-07-25T15:17:00.000-07:00

MLP Tea Leaf. For GB.
Caramel Cacao Glico Pretz. Yum.
Pink Butterfly "Goth" Bento Box. So cute.
Fruits 98. I love drawing the outfits.
T.GS raglan. Rawr.
SBEmails Disc 4 and Everything Else DVD. I'm a completist.
Kick the Cheat. Aww.
The Cheat Hoodie. I love hoodies. And The Cheat.
Anything from theSTART's online store. Although they still gotta stock it up.

Man, I gotta save up lots of moneys.

i wish you were on my tv

2006-07-24T04:07:00.000-07:00

I'm making a Glitterblood MLP.

Out of Tea Leaf and official Black Magick and Firebird MLP hair colors.

I'm still gonna have to go get Mod Podge and some acrylic paints and acetone and such... but... it's gonna be so worth it, to actually have a real copy of my creation. Squee. It's actually a really involved process, creating customs, you have to pull their hair out from inside and replace it hole-by-hole and such. And sometimes you have to paint or dye their bodies, but at least I found one with the right body color.

Man, this is gonna be so great.

the pain of desire is quenched by the fire

2006-07-19T18:19:00.000-07:00

omg, I need to find my Tamagotchi. I forgot I had that thing. But then I'll forget it and it'll die but... I still need to find it, okay? :|

I wish there was a Pokemon game where you could join Team Rocket. I would adore that. As it is, I'm just some... trainer chick... named Bee... and, like, when I play Pokemon I'm one of those OCD-type trainers who has to always have every Pokemon at the same level and fries a synapse if one of them faints.

I swear, make one of my Pokemon faint, just one, and I'm gonna bust a cap in yo' ass.

I still don't know how the hell I'm going to get out of this house. John hasn't called back, Valerie doesn't sound interested in anything permanent, and Mom's getting out of rehab in about 2 weeks and is on the fast track to coming back. Arghfuck.

Oh, how your bubble's gonna burst.

2006-06-11T10:09:00.000-07:00

YO! BLOG REVIVAL! SUPER TIME~!

My summer is going to rock and here's why.

- Point Pleasant. At least 3 days of awesome boardwalk food, swimming in the pool and at the beach, wearing SPF 3000 to preserve my vampiric anti-tan, really neat rides, winning huge rainbow dolphins, a motel room with AC and cable TV, food at that one REALLY REALLY NEAT seafood restaurant, and some other things I can't remember at this time.
- Camp. I can only go for the last two weeks this year, but for the last week we go on a trip every day, and I might get to see one or two of the Fantastic Foursome again. And these trips involve overnight stays at Dorney Park, and roller skating at the awesome roller rink in Oakland, and... other stuff.
- Latch hook. Tapestries... or rugs... I can never decide which they are... but they have lots of ones I can do at all the craft stores.
- The library. They have all this awesome stuff you can do over the summer, like rewriting famous plays and performing them for little kids, making stuff out of duct tape, and this big drawing you can enter to win something. I don't know what it is yet.
- Writing. I plan to write a lot of Kyra's Universe this summer, and TTiaL isn't scripting itself.
- Keyboards. Mom needs to teach me more of how to play.
- Singing, maybe. Valerie knows a professional voice coach named Lozita who could coach me for free.
- Drawing. I want to practice a lot and maybe make some short comics and stuff.
- Roller skating. I have the sneakers with the wheels that pop out but I never, ever use them. I think I'll be going on the bike path behind the library a lot this summer.
- And, of course, the computer.

Man. I can't wait for the 22nd.

Time. Waiting for you.

2006-03-15T13:44:00.000-08:00

For the past few days I've been failing at skipping breakfast. But suceeding at skipping lunch. So whatever.

I'm sleeeeeepy... I'm just not sleeping because I'd get bored or something. XD

School was awesome. Aybala has started talking to me and Jess again, even though she's still in love with Asshole Man. I just don't understand. I mean, you can easily tell he's a player, what with the troupe of girls that constantly follows him around. And not just in real life... if I were to show you his Myspace profile, you'd see.

We had some awesome adventures at lunch today.

FRUIT ATTACK!

And Jess walked home with me, and we ran into a tree and some Hispanic lady glared at us. It was kickin'.

One of these days I'm gonna come inside!

2006-03-11T14:52:00.000-08:00

Well, it was Saturday, so I have no interesting, exciting, gory adventures from school to report. But today was kinda fun anyway. I put my hair in pigtails. I never wear my hair up! And I listened to my iPod and played Pokemon Yellow and stuff. And I went outside, just for the heck of it.

You know what's weird? My mom gets pissy about what I do with my OWN MONEY. She wanted to borrow 40 dollars from me, I said I only had 37, and she was like "OMG! YOUR DAD GAVE YOU 40! WHAT DID YOU SPEND IT ON?!" I'm like, "...dude. why do you care about what I did with 3 bucks? I don't remember anyway." And she's like "DON'T LIE TO ME!" And I'm like "What, so now I'm not allowed to forget things?" Geez.

I got a letter back from Alexa, and my money order from Tara. So now I'm... 15 dollars richer. Now I just need to find out how to cash it in...

It's not safe to eat or drink when powdered milk's around!

2006-03-10T12:08:00.000-08:00

Ow. Ow. Pain.

In my thumb AND my shoulders. See, this morning in Social Studies I was bored, so I decided to try to dislocate my shoulder. Instead, I just gave myself some really bad muscle aches. And after school, I was slipping a picture into my friend's locker, and her locker vent gave me a deep cut which is still bleeding horribly. Apparently, FAMS safeguards its lockers with razors. God forbid we should be trying to give each other valentines!

So today I had to have breakfast, but I had no lunch, and I'm silently praying for a skimpy dinner. Besides, I actually sweated in Gym class. Weird, because I never really make an effort. I just stand idly until the ball comes my way, and I'll only try to swing at it if I'm really being pressured.

Other than that, there isn't much to report. I'm still anticipating reply letters from my camp friend Alexa, my e-friend CD, and notification from the various people I sent money/items to. Fun.

The crashing tide can't hide a guilty girl.

2006-03-09T16:18:00.000-08:00

Shh... I'm supposed to be doing homework. I have a lot, too. A Science poster due tomorrow, a 2-page creative writing story, finishing up an overdue vocabulary assignment, doing 4 overdue journal entries, AND a Social Studies worksheet. Life isn't fair.

But I'm really excited and motivated about life, which is the only reason I'm sneaking on right now. I skipped both breakfast AND lunch today, I'm planning on getting all this stuff done and stopping my habit of homework-procrastinating, and I've got some inspiration for drawing. Though I really want to write a song. I haven't written any in a thousand forevers.

That reminds me! I'm trying out for the talent show on the 21st. I'm going to sing Museum of Idiots. To make it karaoke-ized, though, I'm gonna have to buy some kinda expensive karaoke computer program... oi...

Yeah, I de-abandoned my blog. Blogs feel different from dAs. dA feels so much more... open. Loud. This is different. I like it. I was gonna go and register an LJ or a Myspace or something like that, but then I remembered I had a Blogger blog.

'Tis a flood.

2005-10-15T08:27:00.000-07:00

Our town has been getting nothing but wind and rain for an entire week. It finally stopped today, but our basement is flooded. It started flooding, and all the edges of the basement were flooded, so we had to move everything into the center of the room. And now it's flooded AGAIN (I guess the next wave of water broke through) and we had to pack everything in tighter, and now I have to sleep upstairs and Mom has to sleep on the floor. We've had to move everything. The table our computer was on broke, so now we have to sit on the floor to use it. Augh. Mom's got this pump going to... um... de-water the basement, and every time she turns it on it sounds like someone's vomiting up their internal organs.

And to top it all off, our cat is so in shock from the whole thing that she's puking on everything.

More crap.

2005-10-01T19:04:00.000-07:00

Today was like every other day. Well, there was one difference. I actually left the computer. On weekends I'll spend the entire day on the computer, no breaks. And this week we get a 4-day weekend.

HEAVEN ON EARTH.

It's an addiction. And then I always get frustrated and bored and groggy when every site I visit is slow. I mean, I visit several roleplaying sites. No dice. Nobody comes on there, nobody replies to any of my posts. The HR Wiki Forum. It's not always extremely active, and when it isn't, that's when I get to kicking my door. Well, I guess I would be kicking my door, if I even picked myself up from my chair, or if it weren't the door equivalent of Venetian blinds with the slanty holes and stuff. Yeah, I lay down in my chair, with my legs draped down over the side, and visit all the sites in my Favorites list, in a cycle, seeing if anything interesting at all has happened. This goes on for about 6 hours. Then Mom comes home and actually makes me eat. Gah. For something so boring, I sure do love my computer.

End the torture!

2005-08-28T17:08:00.000-07:00

That's right, hundreds of millions (I mean literally, 800 million every year) of chickens are being tortured in factory farms that supply meat to KFC. While KFC says it has high standards for how its chickens are treated, there is absolutely nothing worse than what is happening to these chickens.

http://www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com

Go there. Read. Or I can summarize it: The average KFC chicken suffers for 6-7 weeks, from birth until death. A short, short life a misery that ends before they mature. The chickens live in huge shacks, wallowing in their own filth and the corpses of other chickens, without any room to turn around. They often go insane from the stress, and have their beaks seared off painfully so that they can't harm each other when they fight. They are fed drugs to fatten them up. These drugs make them so fat that they are top-heavy, and oftentimes cannot move, even to the water feeder. This is how many chickens (those who don't die of stress or harmful gas) die of thirst. Many suffer broken bones or disease. The chickens are given antibiotics, so many that super-germs are created, that can survive antibiotics. Those who are not selected to give birth are crammed into trucks and sent on long, agonizing trips without food or water. Many chickens suffocate under the weight of the chickens crammed on top of them.

Once the chickens are to be slaughtered, they are kicked, squeezed, thrown, and otherwise abused by factory workers. They are crammed into mechanical devices that hold them upside down. Chickens with legs too big to fit in the clamps have their legs broken by factory workers so they can fit in. They are sent through electrified baths of water that are intended to stun them, so that they will not be conscious when their throats are slit. However, the voltage is rarely turned up high enough to stun the chickens, so they only cause a large amount of unnecessary pain. Then their throats are slit, which also does not kill instantly, so many chickens are left bleeding and in pain when they are run through the scalding bath of hot water that removes feathers. This is where most of the factory-farmed chickens die.

And chickens aren't the only victims. Cows and pigs are also factory farmed. Independent family farms are being destroyed to build new factory farms.

So next time you're thinking of eating at KFC, think of what you're being served: horrifyingly abused baby chicks, that lived a life and death of constant suffering just so KFC can have freaking money.

Click on the link up top to see more. I've already gone vegetarian today, based on what I saw, and I'm planning on picketing the nearest KFC.

(No wise comments, Edddddddd... ddd.)

Laura has a posse.

2005-08-26T13:04:00.000-07:00

Of the littlest, tiniest boys, but that's not important. I was just playin' my Gameboy (Pokémon Crystal) when 2 or 3 little boys come up to me and start watching me play, intrigued. Then they start talking about all of their wonderful Pokémon that they have, and telling me which attacks to try, and oohing and aahing at my 1337 SKILLZ (sorry) and pretty soon one of them was asking for my phone number, which I never had time to deal out. They started calling me "Maggie" because that was my name in the game (it was my game, but my friend had wanted to play it so I started a new game as her) despite many corrections.

Today was the last day of camp, so I guess I'll never see the Pokémon Posse again. I'm gonna miss everything about camp, really, and it sucks that I have to wait an entire year to go to camp again. I made some awesome friends. So comment, and leave a present. Something sweet. CAKE!

ROLLER DISCO!

2005-08-25T14:52:00.000-07:00

Today was probably the best day of day camp EVER. We all went down to the nearby roller rink, rented some shoes with odors that could kill a sea of fish, and skated. A lot. I can't do inline skates, although I would probably learn if a cool guy were holding my hand. Err... Four wheels for me. Now, every time I go roller skating, I have to re-learn it. Mainly because in the past, I only did it twice a year, until the roller rink closed down forever. (I didn't know it wasn't the last one in existence.)

In the 60's, a new New Jersey state law was created. It said that roller rinks were no longer allowed to change anything about themselves, except the CD collection, and that they had to keep all CDs they had anyway, in addition to adding new ones.

Skating makes one feel COOL. Not like the whole dancing-on-the-Art-classroom-tables-wearing-roller-skates-in-a-silver-Britney-Spears-type-outfit-to-some-kinda-80's-pop thing, though. That seemed cool in 1st, or maybe 2nd grade. Now, if the loser girl started roller skating on your Art room table with disco balls and a shiny outfit, you'd probably be weirded out, or even laugh. But I was laughed at enough as it is. So why not roller-skate on a table and feel all shiny and disco-y? I can still hear the music in the rink.

"Dancin' with mahse-helf!"

Where have I heard that before?

I mean, I think... I'm a cool girl...

What I did today...

2005-08-24T12:54:00.000-07:00

1. Went bowling. Again. I won the second game.
2. Sat with my head under a chair, singing "Experimental Film" by TMBG.
3. Felt the relief of my various organs returning to a state of normalcy.
4. Listened to Experimental Film about 50 times in a row, no breaks.
5. Though about what I was going to write in my blog.
6. Played Pokemon Crystal.
7. Recited some random lines from "The System Is Down" with my best friend Maggie.
8. Explained the wonders of toothpaste for removing zits.
9. Acted like The Cheat.
10. Ate pizza.

That's about it. Now, lemme tell ya: The sound quality of Experimental Film is toned way down in that first link, but you can already tell it's an excellent song. that song was the only reason I won bowling. Because it made me so inexplicably happy every time I heard it, and a happy bowler is a good bowler. You should download it right now. Granted, you could use some P2P software to get it for free and feel all naughty and cool, but we need to support TMBG so they can make more Magic Songs- songs that give you superpowers of happiness.

A small update.

2005-08-20T09:49:00.000-07:00

I'm glad you came, but there's nothing to say at the moment.

I see no reason to not type the alphabet.

AaBbCcDdEeFfGgHhIiJjKkLlMmNnOoPpQqRrSsTtUuVvWwXxYyZz

Now that that's over with, I'll congratulate you on coming here with a comic I made. It's okay, I suppose.

I'll put it up when my mom wakes up so I don't startle her with the sounds of the scanner. Bye for now.

Thoughts on Bowling

2005-08-14T18:02:00.000-07:00

Today I went bowling. Wonderful, I know. I was terrible at it. There were 3 other players, and I came in last twice and third place once. Every spare was a break in the walls of Heaven, bringing me closer. So now there's one tiny crack in the walls of Heaven. Amazing, I know. I need to add bowling to the List of Sports I Suck at. Current status:

1. Bowling
2. All the rest

I found out why bowling shoes are so ugly. It's so people won't steal them. However, this most likely won't keep shoeless hobos away. Also, I knocked this one pin into the gutter and the bar mechanism didn't sweep it away. Then someone got a gutter ball and the pin in the gutter kncked one of the pins over. That's kind of cool, but I wish I had been the one to claim the free pin. I mean, that's the first time I know of that someone got a gutter ball and knocked a pin over anyway.

Kidz Bop is torture.

2005-08-13T10:18:00.000-07:00

That's right, folks, it is. It most definitely is. I think that little kids screeching out formerly-good (or even never-good) songs should be the dictionary definition of agony. I mean, have you seen the latest commercial? Have you seen that one part where they make a desperate leap at "1 Thing", one of my favorite songs? Have you heard them squealing like tortured pigs on notes that only professional singers such as Amerie herself should attempt? They took the beauty of that song, ripped it out, stomped on it, and fed it to a bear. Holding a shark. I can only picture the part where they start trying for Eve's rap parts. It's a little horror movie in my head, with a TERRIBLE soundtrack. Kidz Bop is evil. Kidz Bop took the sacredness of music and spit on it. How they manage to sell records is something this world may never know. These kids are not singers, so why do they get to put out a record? Or EIGHT records, perchance? That's cheating, and just not fair. Furthermore, this CD has a target audience of kids. I think even kids will understand how much better real music is. Even real kids probably wouldn't stand for such terrible singing (and they pretty much ruin the instruments, too) unless they lived in poverty and didn't have anything else at all to listen to. And that's the end of our rant, dong!

Hey, guys. And Pac-Man, too.

2005-08-12T18:38:00.000-07:00

Well, hello there. This is my brand new, very spiffy blog. It's called Sugar High. It has partial 1337 in the address, as you can easily see if you feel like looking up. Terribly hard, I know. And the neck strain- just terrible. You may know me as Mouse on Neopets. You may know me as Marshmallow Roast on a few forums. You may know me as Laura from real life. Or you may not know me at all. No matter what, you deserve a pat on the back for finding this place at all. I'll most likely ramble here, either about stuff like Pac-Man and Lean Cuisine, or stuff that's going on in my life, or maybe even about stuff I hear in the news. Because everyone loves controversy. I mean, I do. Scientists find underwater volcano off the coast of France? Not interested. Old lady gets beaten and robbed outside subway station? Heck yeah. That doesn't make me a sicko, though. Heavens no. Those just happen to be the things that catch my interest. And it's not like they make me happy. That would be weird and wrong. I quote Homestar Runner so often it just blends into what I'm saying, and only those crazed, foaming-at-the-mouth H*R fans (like me) will pick them all up. By the way, if you click on that link and wander around the site a bit, I guarantee you'll be out of your chair laughing, and your computer will be evenly coated in any beverage you might be drinking. That how hilarious it is. Anyway, so I can't really just write an introduction when opening my blog. Boy, that would bring the visitors pouring in. [/sarcasm] Seriously, though. I think I'm going to start off discussing the first thing I mentioned. Which would be Pac-Man.

I have the "Pac-Man Collection" for my Gameboy. Advance. SP. Yeah, I know, I should probably have a DS or something like that by now. But you know what? I don't care. I like the games I have on my Gameboy, and there will continue to be new releases for the Gameboy, and I will enjoy them. I know I will. Anyway, yes, I know that if I get a DS, I can keep the Gameboy and stuff. But I don't think I can afford the DS, even, nor am I attracted to the idea enough to consider buying it, so quit bugging me about it. Even though you're not bugging me about it, as this is a monologue. But if anyone leaves a comment, they COULD bug me about it. So if you do leave a comment, don't bug me about it. Consider yourself warned. Well, okay, you can bug me about it. I'd really be happy if anyone just left a comment. But I digress.

Once again. I have the "Pac-Man Collection" for my Gameboy Advance SP. It's got the classic Pac-Man, two other variations called Pac-Man Arrangement and Pac-Man World, and Pac-Man Something-Or-Other. Something-Or-Other is that one puzzle game kinda like Tetris, but different, with ghosts between the blocks that all those little Pac-Mans have to eat. If you don't know what I'm talking about, that's fine. If you can remember what it's called, you can mention it in a comment, because I'm really too lazy at the moment to go up, pop the game into my Gameboy, turn it on, and go to the select screen just to find out the name.

Pac-Man Arrangement and World, I find, are kind of pointless. The only things Arrangment adds are: some ghost that can combine with other ghosts to make superpowered ghosts, and these little Dash/Jump things that provide different ways to get around the same ol' game board. World only adds the ability to jump. They both have better graphics than the original but add very little gameplay.

I don't even really enjoy Pac-Man all that much. I suppose back in the day when video games were a new and amazing phenomenon, it was about the funnest thing ever. That time has gone by. Please, Pac-Man team, stop trying to put "clever twists" on the same old boring, tedious gameplay and let Pac-Man die in peace. Besides, I think psychologists are secretly using Pac-Man to boost their amount of customers (and thusly money) by frustrating the heck out of Pac-Man victims everywhere. Just add a coin slot and you've got an instant mental patient.