Snapshot Perfection

Alright, let's start with a quick game... iPod Shuffle. I've been listing to different music recently. So I'm going to let my iPod shuffle around a bit and show you what I'm talking about!

Random songs:

1) MGMT- Time to Pretend... Well, I'm sure you guys have heard of MGMT. I hope to dear god you have. Kids, Electric Feel? Yeah. You've probably heard of Time to Pretend too. Good song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sArxl4TR8K0

2) Imogen Heap- Goodnight & Go.... I love her. Her voice is stunning... It's kind of creepy, but so beautiful. It puts you in a trance. This is one of my favorite songs by her, off of her CD Speak for Yourself. I also love Hide & Seek, Speeding Cars, Headlock, and more... She's phenomenal.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqjWodek8ZM&ob=av2n

3) Amy Winehouse- You Know I'm No Good... Alright, I'm not really a huge fan of the Winester. In fact, I'm not a fan at all. However, I absolutely love this song. Always have.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ll7UFxqI2pM

4) Lily Allen-The Fear.... Ironic. She's Amy Winehouse's arch nemesis. I definitely like her more than Amy. This song is one of my all-time faves.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-wGMlSuX_c&ob=av2e

5) Green Day- Whatsername... I LOVE Green Day. Probably my all-time favorite band, and this is one of my all-time favorite songs.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2LC1xrdOaM

6) Eminem- Without Me... Okay, I'm not a big fan of rap. Eminem is the only exception. He raps about things other than drugs, cars, money, and profanities. He's kind of a lyrical genius. I think of him as more of a poet than a rapper, and I love it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVkUvmDQ3HY&ob=av3e

7) Florence + The Machine- Dog Days are Over... LOVE HER. She is probably one of my favorite artists right now. She reminds me of Imogen Heap in that her voice is also hauntingly beautiful.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWOyfLBYtuU&ob=av3e

8) Basshunter- DotA... Alright, this is a little bit ridiculous. I understand. But I'm into techno. Especially the foreign type. Just makes me want to dance!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OzWIFX8M-Y

Alright, there you go. Now you can listen to music like the DYLAN. Remember, stalkers, update your journals! Hot new info!

So, yeah. I've been hard at work on my novel over the past week. I'm really jumping back into it. I'm so excited to finish it and give you guys some sneak peeks! I've also been tirelessly getting into art and poetry again as well. Getting my culture fix, you could say. For the supplementary anti-culture fix, I have been watching TV's premiere week... I'm talking House, Glee, Grey's Anatomy, Medium, Desperate Housewives, Brothers & Sisters. I've been busy!

The only things I haven't been doing are blogging and sleeping. Oh, how I long for a catnap... I literally fell asleep during Human Ecology today. It was... embarrassing. Then, in French, I had to write something on the board in CHALK. If you know me, you know what this means. Looking at chalk makes me cringe. Touching it nearly gives me a panic attack. Let's just say that I was on the verge of tears by the time I returned to my seat.

This week is a big one! It's Spirit Week at school, which is kind of a big deal I guess. Today was comfy clothes day. I wore jeans and a sweater. That was pretty darn comfy, for me. I just don'tdo comfy. Tomorrow is Decades Day. I will be better at that, for sure. Friday is a pep rally, but I have a funeral to go to. What a trade off, LOL! Then, Saturday is Homecoming, for which I am very excited!

In other news, I am maintaining an incredible average in all of my classes. I'm talking 99, 100, 105. I'm excited. It's starting to look like my college dreams might really come true, if I keep at it! Now that I'm in high school, everything is starting to seem real. It's like, now, I'm one step closer. Everything is within reach, and all I have to do it extend my arms and grab it. It's exciting... It feels like I could walk out the front door right now and step into adulthood. Though I'm only a Freshman, I feel way older.

I've been pushed a lot through the years. My parents have pushed me, my peers have pushed me, my teachers have pushed me. People are always making me out to be some kind of genius, and I'm really not. There are tons of people at our school that are as smart as I am, if not smarter. The truth is, I'm not intelligent. I'm a Polaroid. I don't have to think to do what I do... I just do it. I don't really know how to explain it. Everything just comes on its own- the facts, the information. I absorb it, remember it. So, it doesn't seem like I'm smart because it's just natural. It feels like I'm normal. And it drives me crazy that people don't see that. I didn't ask for any of it. I don't want the recognition. I don't want people to look at me like I know the answer, because I'm not perfect. I don't always know the answer, and when I do, it's not because I want to.

The worst part is that people think I'm some kind of know-it-all. They perceive me as someone who spends hour upon hour reading and studying. They think I sit there and learn all of this stuff, just to be better than everyone else. I don't want to be better. I think, in the end, this really did start to effect me. I started, above all, pushing myself. I started to become the person people thought I was. And then it got really hard, because I wanted to be perfect. If I made a mistake, I would shut down like I was some kind of monster. Anything short of perfection was unacceptable. When I saw 99% percent on a paper, I would actually get disappointed.

One day, I sat myself down. Who had I become? This person in the mirror wasn't me. I was sick.

So, I stopped.

I stopped everything.

Today, this is the biggest struggle I face. I still feel the urge to be perfect. I still want to be the smartest, the best. I never will be. But people still expect it from me. They still push me to be better, when I am already the best I can be. And it physically hurts me, every time someone looks at me for an answer, as if I should know. I don't want anything expected of me. I want to be free.

As I said, I didn't ask for this. I would honestly much rather be an average 14-year-old girl. I would rather play sports, hang out with friends, go to the movies. I would rather have a B average and parents who appreciated that. I would rather be the person asking for the answers, and not the one giving them. I would rather that a person sits next to me because they like me, and not because they want to take my answers.

I guess it'll never happen. I'll never be normal, in that way. My memory will never stop, my mind will never stop. Is it the person I'm meant to be, or is it a curse? Only time will tell, I suppose.

I'm trying to get better. I'm trying to accept myself. I'm trying to make sense of the fact that I will never be normal, but I will never be perfect either.The only thing that I can ever be is me. And, in my opinion, I'm pretty good at that.

Alright, apologies for going deep again.

<3>

xx Curiosity Kills

Why aren't there any QUALITY cartoons anymore?

You know whats fun? Reminiscing about TV. All of the children's shows these days are complete crap. Probably why the whole younger generation is messed in the head. (e.g. my sister) I mean, what happened to the good old days? There was Lizzie McGuire, Phil of the Future, Even Stevens... And best of all was KIM POSSIBLE. And then there were all those Disney cartoons like Brandy & Mr. Whiskers and Dave the Barbarian... The only cartoons on Disney now are like.. Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Except, Phineas and Ferb. That show rocks. (:

Yeah, and then CARTOON NETWORK! I mean, holy grail of TV in our day! I mean, the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy! And Courage the Cowardly Dog! And Edd Ed n Eddy! I mean, come on! AWESOME! I've seen some of the shows they have nowadays... Flapjack? Chowder? Adventure Time? What happened to FOSTERS HOME FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS! God, no one can get QUALITY CARTOONS anymore!

It infuriates me. And, then, of course, Nickelodeon was always there for me in time of doubt... Back with Drake and Josh and Spongebob. Aaaah, sweet TV. Now there's iCarly and Victorious and Big Time Rush. What is this shit?!?!?!?

Oh, well. I guess it doesn't matter since I'm growing up. It just saddens me that the younger kids don't understand what quality TV is. They've only had crap on the telly their whole lives! And, what if I want to go and be young for a bit and watch some cartoons! Unless I want to stay up until one in the morning and scavenge half an hour of Kim Possible, it's imPossible. It stinks. Hmph.

Alright, done ranting about TV... Let's talk about something more... happy.

I like snacks. I sent my sister to go get me some snacks from the store, because she's my wench. Wench: medieval slang, which I use frequently. Anyway, I ordered some beef jerky, coca-cola, and a bag of skittles. Mmmm. Whoever invented snacking is my biggest hero. Well, second biggest hero. Next to JK Rowling. Because she invented Ron Weasley, and he is fiiiiiiine. ;)

As you can see, this a random jumbling of thoughts. Because I'm bored. And have nothing to do or say. My brain is empty, mostly because I am in *love*. (With Glee)

Speaking of QUALITY TV! Glee is SUCH A GOOD SHOW. I... love... it... <3

But, I'm into girly TV. And medical dramas. For instance, I'm freakin' out about Grey's Anatomy premiering tonight. I mean, medical shows are my thing. It helps me understand my medical family a little bit better... Speaking of, House premiered Monday! I don't know if anyone other than me watches that show, but it's awesome. Course, I'm into good ole Family Guy and what have you as well. I watch a... variety of shows, you could say. 

I don't really know why I am even posting anything, if I don't have anything to post. Just don't want to leave everyone waiting haha.

I downloaded the Kim Possible Kimmunicator ringtone for my cell phone! Whenever I get a text it goes Doo Doo Doo Doo, just like the Kimmunicator! AAH!

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Alright, I'll go. And I'll come back shortly with a less random and more awesome post! <3 you guys


xxCuriosity Kills (unless you have KP to protect you)

P.S. Shout out to Danny M... by request.

I DON'T WANT TO BE A VEGETABLE

"You are what you eat."


I never understood this quote... Why would I want to become what I eat? Furthermore, I would rather be a lollipop than a leaf of spinach! So why do people even say this? I just don't get it! Why would I want to eat my vegetables if I am going to become one? I DON'T WANT TO BE A VEGETABLE.

I like this better:

"You are what you experience."


Yeah, that's better. I think that this is an important point for everyone to understand. People are unique. Everyone is different. But why?


Because everyone lives a different life.


In my opinion, adults are completely shaped by the way they grew up and the experiences they had. In childhood, people learn to be friendly and sociable. People who never learn this crucial skill may turn out socially inept as an adult. In adolescence, people grow into their adult selves. Their experiences and the people they meet during this stage of development shape them into who they become later in life. I think that this is really important for everyone to understand... People are different. Not everyone will be just like you, not everyone will understand what you feel, and you won't understand what everyone else feels either. As a person, you can only try your best to grasp the concept of all of the other people in the world. These are people who you will never understand fully, because they are not you. Like you, they have their own complex lives and ways of thinking. Like you, they have secrets and hidden pasts. Like you, they long for things. Like you, they have feelings. It's a hard concept to understand, sometimes.

I think that it's hard to think past your own self, because you are in fact shaped by your experiences in life. If you haven't lost a parent, for example, you can never understand what it's like for someone else who lost one. Even if you have lost a parent, you still won't fully understand because everyone's experiences are different in some way, just as every person is different in many intricate ways.

Sometimes, I look at people and think, "Wow." That person walking down the street, they have a name. They have a life. They have a story. Like you, like me, like all of the other 6 billion-something people on Earth. It's kind of a humbling thought. Sometimes I long to get inside someone else's mind, if just for a moment, to experience being someone other than myself. Being myself is all I have ever known, and I honestly have trouble comprehending being anyone else. Sometimes, it feels like I am the main character in the story, and everyone else is just along for the ride. I don't mean to sound self-centered, but I think it's human nature. I think that everyone else on the planet feels the same exact way... How can all of these people have stories as complex as my own? But they do. Everyone has their own dreams, their own thoughts, their own lives and experiences. And that's the magic of it all...

People are people, no matter what. Who they are on the outside is luck of the draw, and it's not fair to judge them based on the way they were born. The important thing is the person they are on the inside... The person they chose to become. Now, you may say that this contradicts everything I've said so far. I said that people are shaped by experiences, not by themselves. I think that both are true. People can interpret an experience any way they choose to. If I am in a terrible car accident tomorrow, I can either choose to live my life in misery and regrets or I can choose to teach others about the dangers of reckless driving. I could become a doctor to save other peoples' lives. I could learn from my mistakes and become a better person. I could also fall into depression. I could act out in fits of aggression. I could get revenge. Everyone's approach will be different. I think that a person is shaped by experiences and the way they react to them. You can't necessarily choose your experiences (though you can influence them sometimes), but you can always choose how you react.

This is the point. You decide the person you will turn out to be. You decide who you are.

"You are who you choose to be."


This is one of my main philosophies about life... I am a secular humanist, which means that I think that humans should depend on themselves for change and not rely on any greater power.

As Ghandi once said,

"Be the change you want to see in the world."


Well, I hope you got something out of this... The most important thing about me, perhaps, is that I am a thinker. Sometimes I sit and think about the world for hours on end... That's just me. Thanks for listening to my (perhaps bizarre) mind.

xx Curiosity Kills. So do WARS. Peace & Love, people.

The ABC's of Miserable ME

I slept a total of six hours last night. On a Saturday. It's a crime. Why, you might ask? Well, I'm sick. and when I'm sick I can't sleep. I have this horrible sore throat, and I've almost completely lost my voice.. And my mom won't go and get me cough drops. So, yeah. I'm bored, and tired, and miserable. My plans for the day consist of:

a) Reading classical poetry
b) Reading Fahrenheit 451 for school
c) Reading Harry Potter to pass time
d) Watching specials on the History Channel
e) Watching LOTR or some other Fantasy movie in order to distract myself
f) Drinking hot chocolate like an addict
g) Harassing my mom to go get me some F'ing cough drops
h) Watching cheesy Disney Channel shows
i) Harassing my mom to make me some food
j) Eating some food
k) Feeling really sorry for myself
l) Drinking honey and lemon juice to try and get my voice back, because the internet told me to
m) Watching Aziz Ansari on the internet because he is the funniest guy ever, but then regretting it because it hurts to laugh
n) Playing the Sims.... because that is what no-life miserable sick people do!
o) Doing homework, because I'm going to go to school tomorrow even though it feels like a nuclear bomb just erupted in my throat
p) Complaining about how my vocal chords have collapsed into my throat, subsequently causing my chest cavity to expand and my entire torso to implode
q) Singing the ABC's a million times in my head in order to make this dumb list
r) Bloggin', because if I'm not happy,  you should be
s) Watching people wipe out on YouTube, because, let's face it, that's some funny shit
t) Fantasizing about Rupert Grint, because I do that all the time anyway
u) Wondering why I am so in love with Rupert Grint when he's a GINGER
v) Eating Soup, because it's F'ing good for the soul okay?
w) Being disgusted by the canned chicken in my soup
x) Dosing up on a million different medications, which may or may not be safe (Most likely not)
y) Drawing pretty pictures because I'm running out of things to do
z) Getting pissed because I can't find the yellow marker... I can never find the YELLOW MARKER!!!

So, there you have it, folks. That's pretty much my plan for the day! A miserable, sickly, god-awful plan, but a plan none the less.

So, let's see. It's been a few days since I posted something decent. Okay, I posted the Dancing Cat Video. But WTF was that? Ha, ha, ha. I love that video... It's definitely close to my heart. You know who else is close to my heart? AZIZ ANSARI. (Oh, and Rupert Grint...) Aziz Ansari is the funniest comedian on the planet, I am convinced. Oh. My. God. He is my life, fo' sho.

Wow. That was lame.

Well, what else is going on with me? I'm ungrounded! Yeah, i'm pumped! I got ungrounded three days early because I "demonstrated a change in attitude." Yay. I caught my oven on fire yesterday. I tried to make dinner again, and let's just say that it did NOT work out. Basically, I had marinaded some chicken and I put it in the oven to roast... Well, the grease started spilling down into the bottom of the oven and it got all over the hot bar thingies. IT STARTED FLAMING. Like, bad. I had the oven open, so I started freaking out, like any normal person would. The whole kitchen filled with smoke and I grabbed the fire extinguisher and put it out. I am a hero. I saved two lives, AND the chicken wasn't too burnt and it actually turned out pretty good! However, my mom wasn't too impressed with my fire-stopping skills, seeing as I was also the one who started it. She was pretty pissed about that.

Maybe that's how I got sick... Maybe all the smoke got into my lungs!!! Maybe I'm dying! Hopefully not. Maybe it was all the yelling at my mom. I don't know. Hopefully it will go away.... SOON.

So, yeah. The Fred Movie was on last night.... WTF was that?!?! I was expecting it to be like an hour long or something. No. It was two... whole... hours... of... FRED. Who would ever be able to sit through TWO  ENTIRE HOURS of that annoying VOICE? I wasn't watching the movie- I was in the kitchen- but I was still about to kill myself with one of the butcher's knives out of utter irritation over that freakin' squeakin' VOICE. I mean, who came up with the idea of a Fred movie??? I mean, 8 minutes, I could understand. I mean, some of the Fred videos are funny. Some. But two hours?!?! If you were able to sit through that entire movie, I applaud you. I also feel sorry for you, because you must be mentally scarred and will probably end up in some sort of facility for disturbed people. Good luck with that.

Alright. I'm gonna go. I have to get started with that list if I want to cover everything today.

Well, wish me luck on feeling better... I hope you guys like the new design of the blog. As you may have noticed, it went through A LOT of changes in the past few days. But I think I've settled with this one. Let me know what you think!

Kay, love you guys!!!

<33 curiosity kills. so might whatever disease i have. and if it doesn't kill me, i might have to kill myself because being sick sucks. kidding. i'm not suicidal. just annoyed.

Catarobics!

I'm addicted to this video....

I don't really know why...

Babies GALORE

Really bored, so I wrote a random poem


Sinking


Sinking into sand
Into mud

Into untouched snow

Sinking into grass

Into puddles

Into the unknown

Sinking into water

Into sky

Into blissful abyss

Sinking into nothing

Into love

Into this 

--

So, yeah. I wrote that randomly in about 3 minutes. It's like nothing I've ever written before, as you can see. Due to the fact that I wrote it in such a short amount of time, it's not very polished/good. But, part of me kinda likes it. You know, I'm diggin' it! First poem I've written in QUITE SOME TIME. Probably need to get back in practice. 

Unfortunately, I don't have much to say today! I wish I could sit here and blog for eternity, but reality beckons. =(. I'm starting Fahrenheit 451 for school, and my HW load is finally starting to pick up. Doing my French HW now, actually. So, au revoir!

<3 Dylan, curiosity kills.

Oh, BTW. I've made a list of names for my children. Hahahah. Take a look:

1) Scout. (After Scout Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird)

2) Beatrice (To be nicknamed Trissy, after Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing; also after my cat haha.)

3) Hero (Also after Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing)

4) Ernest (Because it's adorable)

Hahaha. I don't know about Beatrice and Ernest.. that might change. However, much to MY mother's dismay, Scout and Hero have always been at the top of my list. Not that I am planning on needing to think about baby names at 14 years old!!! But with a name like Dylan, I'm going to need something interesting to continue to legacy!

<3 Kay, for real now. Bye girlies, and boys. 

curiosity kills 

And the world went pear-shaped =(

Well, this week has been a tough one. As I'm sure you know, Saturday marked the 9-year anniversary of 9-11. Though I was not directly affected by 9-11-2001, I know many people who were. I was in either Kindergarten or First Grade, I don't recall. I do remember, as I'm sure many of you do as well, coming home from school to find both of my parents home- which rarely ever was the case. I remember them sitting me down at the kitchen table and trying to explain to me the horrific events which had taken place that day. Thankful we were that my Aunt Kathleen was off work that day; she worked at the World Trade Center. I remember nothing more than my innocent, first grade perspective. Still, it is enough. I wanted to say that much on the matter, because I feel it can't go by without me saying something. Most of you know my views on America, but of course I still feel an allegiance to the country I've lived in for 12 out of my 14 years.

Warning: this post might be a little depressing. Sorry.

Monday marked the long-awaited one-year anniversary of the accident which marked my wrist and mind forever. It also marked the halfway point to my estimated date of recovery. By this time next year, doctors are hopeful that I will be able to feel, move, react normally. I can't remember being able to use my hand fully. It's become a part of me, and in reality, I'm a little nervous to let it go. I can't notice changes day-to-day, but I definitely can tell that it's changed a lot in a year. It still trembles when I try to move it, still feels things hotter and colder than it should, still tingles when I touch things. But I can hold a soda can- I can open a soda can. Step by step, I'm moving along.

Tuesday was a graver day still. Last night, my aunt Nan passed away. After a brain hemorrhage months ago, she's been improving drastically. Everyone was really hopeful for a full recovery, so it was kind of unexpected. The funeral is tomorrow. I'm upset, but not too freaked out about it. I mean, it's a sad thing- death is always sad and unexpected. But when faced with sadness such as death, disease, or tragedy, I do the opposite of what most people would. I don't cry; I don't get mad; I don't ask questions. I simply take a deep breath and forget. I'm sure many of you are associated with that feeling in the pit of your stomach you get when you hear something terrible has happened. It's like the looming feeling of, "Oh my god..." And if you let the feeling overcome you, it totally depresses you and makes you miserable. Now, I could let this happen. I could be sad, but I chose not to. I choose to accept- not under any religion, but under my own philosophy- that everything happens for a reason. Then I just rid myself of emotion, put on a smile, and go on with my life. I don't know if it's healthy, but it's necessary for me. I doubt that many of you will understand- it probably seems heartless and cold. I can tell you that I have a heart- I have feelings. However, I think that life is too short to be sad. When I die, I don't want my family and friends to sit and grieve. I want them to remember me and the life I lived. I want them to think about me sometimes, but more than anything I would want them to move on and be happy. So, that is what I shall do.

I'm sorry to go all deep on you guys... I know it's not the cheeriest subject, but as I said, it's been a tough week. 

Okay, now on to a happier subject, I'll answer some Reader Q & A. Please continue to leave questions if you want!

Q- How do you come up with your blog posts?

A- Hmm... Sometimes it's tricky! Mostly, I talk about things which have happened recently, or I make lists! Usually, ideas just come to me. I have a master list of post ideas, which I draw from frequently.

Q- What's your favorite color?

A- Haha, my favorite color is YELLOW. *Happiness* I also like purple and red quite a bit =)

Q- How did you get good at writing?

A- Well, first of all, thank you! I've always loved writing, and I think I have a little bit of a natural talent for it. Maybe not natural talent, but natural love. Since I enjoy writing so much, I write all the time. I've been writing since I was really young too! I guess the answer to your question is PRACTICE!

Q- Are you going to Laga this year?

A- Hi Victoria! I don't know yet. I have a job opportunity, so we'll have to see! (I'd say I'm about 50/50 on that)

Q-  Do you like to read, and do you have a favorite book?

A- I LOVE TO READ. My favorite books are the Harry Potter books, without a doubt. However, I also love To Kill A Mockingbird.

Q- I read your post about America, and wondered if you are going to move to a different country?

A- I suppose it all depends... I would love to move to France or the UK, but we'll see! I guess it's mostly up to the two M's: money and men!

Q- What would you look for in a guy?

A- Huh, let's see.. I guess my only thing is INTELLIGENCE. And a British accent would be nice... Oh, and I would really love it if they played golf, and skied, and played tennis. And wore Polo shirts. Yep, that would just about do the trick. OH, also if their name was Olly Steeds!!!  (From Solving History With Olly Steeds on the History Channel, duh!)
Alright, well that pretty much sums it up for now! Thanks so much you guys... I want to show you something. This is a chart of page views over the past few months... See for yourself!

xx CURIOSITY KILLS

COLORISM: A GROWING EPIDEMIC. DON'T HATE!!!

I've been staring at a blank computer screen for an hour. Okay, it's been 20 minutes. Okay, it's been five. But I still can't think of much to write about. My life is so BORING. This could be accounted for by the fact that I am currently grounded. Being held hostage is a better term to describe the punishment which I am enduring. My mom seriously has me on lock down. Is that even legal? Well, I guess I deserved to be punished for "physically assaulting" my little sister. Yeah, all I did was scratch her. But whatever.

Did you know that a Goldfish has a memory span of only 3 seconds?! I was positively SHOCKED to discover this.. I used to have a pet Goldfish (named Goldy, of course) and it deeply saddens me to know that she didn't even know who I was! At age five, she was totally my BFF! I mean, I thought we were tight!

Another random fact that you will forget as fast as a goldfish would: If the population of China walked past you in single file, the line would be endless due to their incredibly fast rate of reproduction. WOW, those Chinese have really got it down! They're breeding like rabbits!

OKAY, time for a rant! You know what totally pisses me off? ORANGE. Why does orange get so much attention. I mean, everyone is always like, "Oh, nothing rhymes with Orange! Let's all feel sad for Orange!" Well, guess what! Nothing rhymes with silver or purple either! It's discrimination! Spread the love, people!!!!

That was a quickie rant. Quicker than the Chinese.

You know what really gets me going? Gets my wheels turning, I mean? Conspiracy theories.. Like the fact that if you line up a hexagon with the pyramid on a dollar bill the 6 points of the star fall directly on the letters: M A S O N. Like, the Masons... I hope you get it. If you don't know what the Masons are, I'm truly ashamed. Read The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown. Or Google it. Another favorite of mine is the fact that in the 46th psalm of the King James Version of the Bible, the 46th word from the beginning is Shake and the 46th word from the end is Spear. Shakespeare was 46 years old at the time. CREEPY, huh!

Did you know that Dr. Seuss invented the word "nerd"?

Enough already! Okay, I'm done.. Sorry, this is what happens when I am bored out of my mind. I start rambling. My friends call it "spewing facts", and I do it often. Part of this is due to the fact that I am a self-proclaimed mnemonist. This means that I have an exceptional memory when it comes to things like facts, numbers, data sets, grammar, and yes, spelling. My memory is far from photographic, but it does suffice. I have actually undergone some neurological testing on the matter, and my memory is definitely above par. No one really knows why certain people have a more enhanced memory than others. Some say people are born with memory abilities, but others argue that it is all in methods of memorization developed in early childhood and adolescence. So, there you have it folks! I'll give you one memory trick- and this has helped me through a lot of sticky situations- repeat, repeat, repeat. Read the facts, repeat the facts, and keep repeating them until it's imprinted in your mind. Then, connect the facts to something in your life. Really think about them for a few minutes. If you come up with a good enough connection, you'll never forget it! When you want to remember the fact, you'll instantly remember the connection you drew.

Okay, now, last thing's last. I want to welcome any QUESTIONS to the floor. Please ask anything you like- about me, about the blog, about anything- in the form of a comment! In my next post, I will do a response to readers, and answer some Q & A. Thanks, guys!

Alright, well, that's all I suppose!

xx CIAO FOR NOW!

curiosity kills.

HOLY CHEEZ WHIZ!

So, I bet you're all excited to see some pictures.. Tis the closing of the Weekend Baking Extravaganza, after all... Before, I show ou the result of my labor, I want to tell you EXACTLY how hard said labor was. Here's what went down: I decided to make some citrus cream clouds.. To make these delicious cookies, you need to zest a lime, lemon, and an orange. I couldn't find my citrus zester, so I settled for a lowly cheese grater... BIG MISTAKE. I accidentally grated a little bit of my thumb into the cream. Starting over with a few more citrus fruits (but without my dignity), I managed to make a new batch of cream thumb-free.

Now, this was just the beginning. Later that night, after I had already packed away my baked goods and cleaned up the kitchen, I decided to help my mom grate some cheese for the French Onion Soup she was making. Biggest mistake of my life. I took the band-aid off of my thumb so that I could use it to freely maneuver the grater. The cut I'd received from said grater before was microscopic in comparison to the injury which I subsequently attained. Basically, I gouged a huge chunk out of my thumb. With ZERO dignity left, I retreated to my room and vowed NEVER to use a cheese grater again.. Twice in one night. Rough.

Well, there you have it folks: the number one thing to know about me... I AM A CLUTZ! Not kidding. Name a bone, I've broken in. Name an artery, I've severed it. Name a finger, I've cut it with a chopping knife. Name a body part, I've burned it with a cookie sheet. Name an object, I've tripped over it. Name a liquid, I've spilled it all over myself. The list goes on. And on. And on. And on. And on. And on. AND ON. Here's a tip: never trust me with sharp or potentially dangerous objects. (e.g. scissors, knives, samurai  swords, and staplers. Oh, and toasters.)

Now, for some photos!

Red Velvet cupcake made completely from scratch! (Frosting too!)

The EVIL satanic grater sent straight from the bowels of hell by the Devil himself. (Not that I believe in any of that Mumbo Jumbo)

Oh, crap. I just called the Devil mumbo jumbo. Not trying to offend anyone! KEEP THE PEACE!

Oh, and posing with said Satanic Grater is a hybrid of Parmesan Cheese. It is actually 95% cheese with a dash of human thumb! You can buy it at your local supermarket!

Well, here is a Citrus Cream Cloud.. Delish, but it came with a heavy price :/

This isn't ALL of the baking I did. But this is what I'm bringing tomorrow. Don't want to spoil the surprises coming your way later in the week!!!

OKAY! Well, see you all tomorrow. (Though, I will have less dignity than ever and more bandages wrapped around my thumb than you can possibly imagine.)

Love, love, love!

curiosity kills! annihilates! destroys! slaaaaaaaaaays!

This Post is Totally PANTS! (uhh, what'd she say?)

So, you know how everyone says things like "Woah, that's wicked!", "That's sick!", "That's ghetto!", "That's ninja!", "That's beast!", "That's boss!", and "That's what she said!"? Strangely, we have a lot of these crazy adjectives to describe AWESOME things, but not too many negative ones. I mean, off the top of my head, I can think of "That's gay", which is mildly offensive anyway. I think we are long overdue for a new adjective to describe the supreme suckiness of the world. Then, I had an idea! Let's say PANTS! From now on, instead of referring to things as Gay, I am going to say Pants. Yes, pants. Who's with me?

So, if we've had a decent chat before, you will know that I tend to use some weird expressions. Well, maybe WEIRD isn't the right word. More like ridiculous. I use these phrases which no one else ever uses.. Just really cheesy ones. Like "Sounds like a plan, Jan!" or "Aren't you just the cat's meow?" or "Whatever bakes your cakes!" I don't even know why I do it.. I just do. I guess it's one of the many lovable things about me! As of recent, certain people have begun print screening my expressions when I say them.. I think the plan is to make a collage of all of the silly things I say. Well, we'll see how that turns out... I woke up late today, so I have A LOT of baking to do..  And cupcakes to frost!

When I am finished baking, I will post the pictures at the end of this post.. So check back tonight if you want to witness the outcome of the FIRST EVER WEEKEND BAKING EXTRAVAGINA.

Oh, crap. Did it again.

<333 you all (except you, dumbass).. and just remember that  curiosity kills.

Smoky Panther, out.

Weekend Baking Extravagina (WAIT, WHAT?!)

Well, I've been grounded. Apparently I "physically assaulted" my 10-year-old sister by drawing blood from her left leg. Whatever... This is going to be a long 9 days. To pass the time, I've decided to have a weekend full of baking. I call it the Weekend Baking Extravaganza. For some reason, whenever I type the word "extravaganza", I almost type "extravagina". I don't know why.  I mean, it sounds the same and looks the same.. Am I right? I almost posted "Weekend Baking Extravagina" as my facebook status today. (By accident, of course.)

Now, some of you may be wondering: What happened to Facebook Friday? Well, I have been preoccupied over the past few days, so my brilliant plans are being moved to next week. The subject of my preoccupation? MY MOTHER. She grounded me for little reason, therefore I am using all of the energy in my frail and weakened body to bitch her out at every opportunity I am graced with. (Mostly, I give her the stink-eye.)  To make matters worse, I got my iPod taken away too, due to the fact that I called her some names which are not suitable for my younger readers... I think I reached my limit with naughty words for this post.

So, here's the agenda for the WBE (weekend baking extraVAGANZA)

Citrus Cream Clouds
Cream Puffs
Red Velvet Cupcakes
Chocolate Cheesecake Brownies
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Sweetheart Spritzer Cookies

I will, of course, post photos as the weekend goes on! This is a huge event!!! I will also be bringing EVERYTHING to school on Monday, so be prepared to pig out!

Or, in a dear friend of mine's clever words: "Let's mow!"

(Angie)

So, to end this post, some photos from the week!

My 2nd attempt at making dinner... Better than the first, but still... The picture says enough.

This a pair of earrings I made with a friend.. The special project I've been working on is a line of Barbie-inspired jewelery! There's a whole bunch of products, so stay tuned!

Well, that's all for now... I'm gonna go get started on some Citrus Cream Clouds.

xx CIAO FOR NOW!

Curiosity kills.

Random Fest (Warning: Excessive Ranting Ahead)

Hi, guys. Well, all I have to say is that I'm totally swamped with schoolwork. Like, totally and completely drowning in muddy brown marsh water filled with varieties of bacteria and who knows what else. It stinks. I am planning on making dinner again tonight (ha!) and seeing how that goes... The menu is pinapple-glazed chicken and corn salad. So, we'll see how that goes. (I'll take pictures.) My life lately has been a fun-filled mix of blogging, baking, writing, crafts, yoga, and homework. Unfortunately, I haven't had much time for poetry. As you might have noticed, I haven't posted anything like that in a while. Hmm... Maybe I will find something old-ish and put it up.

Here's something random..

Playground Games

I see the heartbreak in your eyes

For you’ve been left without a choice

Behind your intricate disguise

I hear the longing in your voice

There is no ready compromise

This beast conceived cannot be tamed

I see the anguish in your eyes

But this is not a playground game

I have no use for childish lies

I want nothing but the truth

So sing your angry lullabies

And relish in undying youth

On a different subject..

You know what pisses me off? Purity rings. They are so stupid. Half of the people who wear purity rings don't even stand by the message at all.. What's the point of having one if you're not going to live by its values? ITS values. Like the ring actually matters. I, for one, don't need a piece of jewelery to sit on my finger and tell me what my values are. If you have real values, and real morals, you will live by them on your own, no matter what, without any help from a piece of silver.  I'm not trying to hate on people with purity rings. Well, maybe I am... All I'm trying to say is that if it's necessary for you to wear a ring in order to uphold your beliefs, you might want to rethink your life. If you just think it's pretty, and you don't even follow any sort of moral code, wear the goddamn thing on a different finger and stop lying about yourself. If you really do have values, and you wear the ring simply to send a positive message to the world, fine. Power to ya.

And for the rest of you, this rant was approved by Dylan.

Alright, well, I'm not going to go on for too much longer.. This was sort of a random post so bear with me! I have some cool stuff planned for later in the week!

Alright, ciao for now. Curiosity kills, guys! <3

Ready For Your Close Up? PHOTO TIME!

So, I promised some pics when I finished my art project... and I have some to share! First, a quick look into the future...

What is this, you might ask... It is a bookshelf at Barnes and Noble. BUT not just any bookshelf! It's THE bookshelf... It is the exact location where books bearing my name on the spine will be located in a matter of years. YAY!

Now, for art...

This is the first of two beautiful collages I did today...

The second collage...

A close-up of the second collage! Awesome, huh!


I needed some new decor for my bedroom.. so I got right to it! I'm pretty crafty when I want to me. Well, chow for now! I have something extra special coming tomorrow... Get ready! And, additionally, I want to announce that next week will feature the first ever Facebook Friday! I will make a collection of the best statuses I've seen during that week, and post them... Watch out, your status could be featured next!

Always remember, curiosity kills!

Thou Shalt Not Lie!

Alright, everyone... I need to apologize. I told an itty bitty lie two posts back, when I listed my favorite foods. My fifth favorite food is NOT fried calamari- its pickles. I love pickles. I'm like fricken SNOOKI. Except I don't suck on them like that.. that's weird. Now, I DO like fried calamari... I just prefer pickles. I forgot about them when writing the post. Does that count as a lie? Am I going to hell? Well, I never went to church so I guess I'm going to hell anyway... On the subject of this, why the hell do you go to hell for lying? Does this mean that Miley Cyrus is going to hell for telling everyone she's Hannah Montana?! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS!!! Well, I just wanted to make it clear that I like pickles. So, for all you stalkers out there, update your "All About Dylan" journals... And for all you perverts out there, NO, NOT THOSE PICKLES!

Okay, as you may have noticed, I posted a pretty short post both today and yesterday. I've decided that I'm going to try to post something at least every day or two... just to keep everyone updated. I'll still make the long, rambling posts that I know you all love... But I feel it's important to keep the wheels churning! Alright, farewell my devoted readers!

Also, I am doing a surprise art project right now... I will post pics when I'm done.. BE EXCITED!!

<3 you all, every one. (except you, dumbass.)

Keep a lookout for curiosity over the next few days... it's at large.

Also, I'm reading Harry Potter again, and I felt the need to say this:

Why are you worrying about You Know Who?!
You should be worrying about U-No-Poo...
The constipation sensation that's gripping the nation!

Curious, much?

So, a lot of people have been asking me, "Dylan, how did curiosity kill your boyfriend?" Well, here's all I'm going to say on the subject... I warn you, my readers, after every post that curiosity is in fact deadly. You are being curious when wondering how my boyfriend died of curiosity- perhaps too curious. Therefore, I cannot satisfy your curiosity without risking the lives of all of my devoted readers. If I did, I would have no readers left to be curious about curiosity. Due to this, I am unable to divulge the story behind the name. If I did, I would get curious about the curiosity which amounted to such a curious name! In other words, all possible outcomes would lead to certain death. All I ask is that you trust me when I say this: curiosity kills. It has recently become the #1 killer in America. It's bigger than AIDs. It's bigger than toasters. It's bigger than swarming Justin Bieber fans. Don't let it get the best of you.. It's out for blood. So hide your kids, hide your husband, hide your wife. It's killing errrrbody out there.

My Deepest, Darkest Secret (Shh!)

Alright, I've never told this to anyone... And now I'm telling the whole internet. Ah, well. I only ask one thing. Keep it to yourself, kay? If you're cool enough to read my blog, you're cool enough to know. So, I'm a self-proclaimed Harry Potter fan. I really am. Ask me anything about the books, and I'll tell you. I take pride in the fact that I have read the books over 20 times... I seriously love them. Best books ever. But here's the thing, and this is for you to know and no one else to find out. I have NEVER read the first book. Not once. I started it... read about 20 pages. It was so boring. I figure the movie was enough. This is a big deal, because ask anyone, I make Harry Potter references all the time. I'm like a mega-nerd. I'm sure many people will be like, what kind of secret is that? You probably thought I wear a wig or something. No, the hair is all-natural. But this is a pretty big deal to me, and if you've ever heard me talk Harry Potter, it'll be a big deal to you too!

Now aside from that, I'm bored. Revealing my deepest darkest secrets has made me in the mood to tell you some random facts about myself... So, I shall... Here are 50 facts you should know about me.

1) I was born in Arkansas, and no, I'm not a hillbilly and never was. Nor are any of my family. Arkansas is not a hillbilly state. Get over it!
2) My dad's from Kentucky. That's a hillbilly state. And yes, my family there are hillbillies.
3) I lived in Wales for two years. No, not WHALES for all you idiots. It's a COUNTRY.
4) Yes, my name is Dylan. Yes, I am a girl. Yes, I was named after a boy. (Dylan Thomas, the poet.)
5) I am terrified of pigeons. BEADY EYED BEASTS!
6) I HATE mayonnaise.
7) And gushers.
8) I can recite portions of Shakespeare word-for-word.
9) I watch Lord of the Rings at least once every month or two.
10) I have Star Wars light sabers, with which I enjoy frequent duels... While playing Star Wars in the background.
11) I can't stand chalk, or mechanical pencils. Looking at them makes me cringe. Don't ask me why...
12) I can recite more than 30 digits of Pi.
13) I HATE SPIDERS.
14) I have only been on one roller coaster. I hate roller coasters.
15) I want to be an author when I grow up, but just as a side job.
16) I want to be a journalist.
17) Or a scientist.
18) Or an engineer.
19) Or maybe an astronomer.
20) I don't know what the hell I want to do with my life...
21) The only colleges acceptable to my family's standards are: Harvard, Stanford, Cornell, Princeton, Dartmouth, MIT, and Brown.
22) I walk on my knees in lotus position. Heck yeah.
23) I can also do a human pretzel.
24) My favorite genre of music is techno... My favorite song is Blue by Eiffel 65. I also like foreign techno.. like Basshunter. It's like a rave all the time at my house!
25) I also love Eminem.
26) And Lady Gaga...
27) And a million other types of music...
28) I LOVE POETRY. My favorite poets are William Blake and e. e. cummings.
29) My favorite poem is The Tyger, by William Blake.
30) My favorite book, aside from Harry Potter of course, is To Kill a Mockingbird.
31) I PRETEND to enjoy classic novels like Pride and Prejudice to please my mother. In reality, it's actually a fantasy novel underneath that book cover.
32) I'm addicted to coke. (acola)
33) I've been to almost all 50 states. I'm missing three... Wyoming, Montana, and South Dakota.
34) I went to Costa Rica and ziplined through the jungle @ 600 feet in the air, suspended by a thin wire for three miles.
35) I used to ski and snowboard, but now I just ski...
36) I'm a really bad swimmer. (stopped taking swim lessons after level 4)
37) I fail at (almost) all sports.
38) I was born blonde, which could account for my frequent blonde moments.
39) My favorite five foods (in no specific order) are: beef jerky, french onion soup, spring rolls, snickers bars, and fried calamari.
40) I'm kind of insane... but it's alright, because I always have a smile on my face no matter what! If you don't like it, deaaaaaal. I could care less.
41) I've been writing a novel for over a year. Writing is basically my life.. As of October, I will officially be a published writer!
42) I can't eat animal crackers without looking at the shapes..its a disease.
43) I squeak when I laugh. It's annoying as hell, but I can't stop... SORRY.
44) I watch the history channel. No joke. Olly Steeds is my HERO.
45) I love British guys... they make my world go 'round. Moving to England and seducing a Brit ASAP!
46) Orlanda Bloom is the sexiest pirate. To hell with Johnny Depp.
47) I'm addicted to Medical Dramas. (House, Grey's Anatomy...) AND GLEE.
48) My favorite smell is Spearmint. Except, this one hair product I have has this smell, and I can't figure out what it is, but it smells so good that I pretty much want to sit there smelling it forever. Is that weird? I think so...
49) My favorite ice cream is a chocolate creemie with chocolate sprinkles. YUM. My favorite ice cream shop is 2 hours away in Montpelier... I drive there sometimes, just to grab a creemie.
50) I keep a diary, under my mattress, and I record everything in poetry.

Well, there you go! Now you all know me a little bit better... If you read all 50 facts, I applaud you... that must have taken some time and patience! Congratulations on making it to the end of this post!

I am currently choking on iced tea, to the point where tears are rolling down my face, so I better go!

xx

and remember, curiosity kills!