Hamsters and life and whatnot

You know what I really want?

(I mean, besides getting accepted to Brown Universtiy.)

A robo hamster.

Look at how cute it is!

I like to think that I would name him Celery and he would have a beast hamster track on his cage and I would love him forever.  But reality is rarely the same as my expectations

See, if I did have a robo hamster named Celery, he would probably not have a very long life span.  I'm not so great at keeping small things alive.  Also I don't actually like having pets all that much.

Except cats. Cats are freaking awesome.

What is the point of this post?  There is no point.

Just like life.

GUYS I'M REALLY JUST A FANGIRL

So. I think it's time that you and I had a little chat. There have been some... hints.  Little signs.  Of my nerdiness. I've made no secret of my nerd flag. But I don't think that you realize just how much of a nerd I am. Like, you probably figure that I have a dual citizenship to nerdworld and realpeopleworld. See, the thing is, that isn't actually true. It's more like I'm an illegal immigrant in realpeopleworld. Actually, that's a bad analogy because I don't even really like realpeopleworld all that much. Okay. It's sort of like this. Have you heard of grafted trees?  It's this thing where you can take one branch of one tree and splint it to another tree, and they'll grow together. So you can have a tree that bears two different types of fruit.

I'm like that. I'm a nerd tree with a branch or two of normal grafted on.

Me as an awesome tree. (Also why I should not be allowed to use paint unattended.)

I more or less live on the internet. I sometimes quote memes and such, hoping that somebody else will pick up on my reference. Nobody ever does. Once, in Spanish class, a friend made a humorous remark about Don Quijote. A reenactment:

Her:  Jajajajaja! Don Quijote no vesti pantalones.  El esta un loco. Penso que el esta corriendo a lejos de un burro. Jajajajajaj!

Me: LOL! HEADCANON!

Teacher: *Glare*

I also use words like "squick" and "squee" in real life. I use internet phrases, such as "WHAT IS AIR?" and "WHAT IS LIFE?" and "what is this i dont even".  I use initialisims like "brb" and "irl". I use acronyms like "LOL!" and "ROFLMAO!".  I wish very much to buy a shirt that says "DFTBA" on it so that I may find my fellow nerdfighters.

Oh, and of course I am a nerdfighter. I religiously follow vlogbrothers John and Hank Green. They are two of my favorite people ever. I mean, I FLIPPED when I saw Hank's video today. The reason? I recognized a can of soup that he held up to the camera for all of 3 seconds.

It had my name on it.

I'm also a rabid fangirl. I could go on and on about that. But I won't. Because there has been a major spoiler (or so I'm told) unleashed upon one of my fandoms about my OTP, and I must abstain. Which means that I must leave the internet and go read a book, lest I become spoiled.

Best wishes!

PS- GO WATCH THE VLOGBROTHERS!!!

This is not a request. It is a demand. 

PPS- I love you guys. (:

The Difference Between Real Life and Head Canon

This is why I don't drink energy drinks......

So, I am currently in the middle of NaNoWriMo.  I've been behind on my wordcount* all month, so I've been staying up late every night I don't have school to play catch up, because I am an irresponsible teenager who likes to stay up far later than she should.
So, last night was going to be one of my catch up nights. The plan was to stay awake and do a 5K to boost my wordcount to 35,000.  The trouble was, it was 12:00 AM. Like an idiot, I hadn't started yet. Irresponsible, remember?  So, I was getting ready to settle in to a heavy duty writing session, when my younger brother came into the study. He was carrying a Monster.

Our parents weren't home, which is how all of the best worst ideas happen. 
He walked into the study with his Monster shot, and showed it to me. I told him he was crazy. I told him. He just smiled and chugged the thing. There was some left, and he was like, "You want the rest?"
What I did next, it started this entire night.
I drank the last bit of the Monster.
It may have been just the placebo effect. Actually, it was the placebo effect at first because there's no way the caffeine entered my body that quickly. I started to feel jittery. And powerful. And so I turned to him, and asked if we had any more.
In retrospect, this was not a good idea.
We didn't have any more. I was ready to leave it at that, but my brother convinced me to go to walmart.
Re-enactment of conversation:
Brother: Let's go to walmart.
Me: LET ME GO GET MY KEYS!!!!
Now, let me remind you that our parents weren't home. And, I am not legally allowed to be out driving past midnight. But that most certainly did not stop us.

Long story short, we almost made it home undetected. But, alas, the parents were just a step ahead of us. And because my brother is thirteen and has no legitimate excuse to be awake all night, they made him go to bed, effective immideately.
I was left with a fully loaded can of Amp. And I drank it.
I ingested 142 mg of caffeine. I'm used to 30 mg in one go.
So, you can understand how I completely lost it.
This is a visual representation of how my night went:

On this one, start at the orange smiley face.

There was one point where I couldn't type effectively because my hands were shaking. There was another point when I felt like I was part of the computer chair.
Yeah. But, hey, I wrote 7,500 words last night. That's a lot for me.

*I am so engrossed by NaNoWriMo that I made that two words before I realized that on my blog, wordcount doesn't matter.

I Have Released My Inner Assertive Person

Badly Drawn Unicorn is badly drawn.


So, do y'all remember That Boy I Like?
Haha, who am I kidding? I talk about him nearly every post, of course you know who he is.

Anyway, he's actually a pansy-faced jerk. So I told him off. AND IT FELT SO GOOD.

Let me rewind.

So,  The Boy I Like seemed to like me too.

This was just one of many decidedly flirty exchanges.
But then, pretty much out of nowhere, he stopped talking to me.

This went on for a week or two before I found out why. Turns out that That Boy I Like decided that he didn't like me anymore, so he told Our Mutual Friend to pass the message on to me.
Now, Our Mutual Friend is a nice guy, but he's kind of (read: a huge) gossip. And because he wasn't sure that he should tell me, he talked to a crapton of people about it. This is where Good Friend Nick comes in.

He overheard this conversation and told me, because he is a good friend. This is when I started to get angry. Because really, not only is that a jerk move, it's also extremely infantile. I was in a rage.

So, I decided that I would tell him off. This is how it felt:

This is what actually happened:

I went up to him in the hallway and told him that next time he has something to say to me, he shouldn't send Our Mutual Friend as a messenger. His eyes got really big and he backed away, denying the whole thing. I think I scared him.
AND IT FELT GREAT.
I felt powerful, more powerful than I've ever felt. As a person who generally avoids confrontations, I never knew what a rush it was to speak up for yourself.
And now I want to do it again. If I'm talking to somebody and they say something that annoys me, I call them out on it. I feed off of the confrontations. I bask in them. I think it's a dominance thing.
But, in any case, I have decided that boys are stupid. They all have cooties. I'm just going to keep being awesome, and if ex-That Boy I Like ever comes around, too bad for him. He can just wallow in the knowledge of knowing that he missed the train on this one, thankyouverymuch.

Also, I got a 32 on my ACT. Take THAT, stupid immature high school boys.

BOYS ARE REALLY STUPID

I watched  A Very Potter Sequel. I pretty much spazzed. I don't really have anything of substance to say. I need to go type. I'm at 9,018 words and I want to get to 10,000 before bed.
Also, that guy, That Guy I Like. Remember him? Well, guess what? SCREW HIM. He is the giver of mixed signals, O Oblivious one. And I give up. I'm sick of being stuck in limbo. I didn't even like him all that much. It's not like I'm gonna cry over him or anything. It's just really frustrating. One day he's all, *SIGNALS FOR LIKING YOU* and then the next he's all, *ignore*. It got old two weeks ago, and I'm just done with it all.
It's just that I wish I could my stupid first kiss over and done with because I do not want to go to college without any experience. I swear, I am a supreme virgin. I'm such a virgin that if I went out to some place with lots of mystical beings, they would chase me to drink my blood. GAH. Really.
Although, it's probably my fault because all I do is sit in a dark study writing about people who aren't real.
Stupid boys.

Rumbleroar

Yes, yes, I know. Annie has been a terrible promise keeper. I've missed 7 posts. Eech, that's worse than I thought. But in my defense, I was in Arizona for the majority of last week, and NaNoWriMo just started. For my imaginary ghost readers who don't know, NaNoWriMo (nano) is a challenge whence a person attempts to write a 50,000 word novel in one month, i.e, November.
A short history of my nano experience:
2008: Fail at 25,000 words
2009: Win! Yay! But the novel was pure crap...
2010: OHMYGOD I'M A CRAZY PERSON FOR EVEN ATTEMPTING THIS. HOLY CRAP, WHAT AM I THINKING?!?!

I'm already behind, but I'm playing catchup this weekend, and I have to say, I've done remarkably well. I'm at 8,056 words. Gonna break into the double digits tomorrow.
Also, I lost my "A Very Potter Musical" virginity. It. Was. BEAST. "A Very Potter Sequel" is my reward for hitting 10,000.
Also, I made a pair of fingerless gloves so my hands stay warm while I type. They're pretty much epic.