This is a true story:
Me: (sees snow posts) Oh! Let's check the weather for my area! Maybe I'll get snow! (clicks iPhone weather app)
Arthur: (pulls up Toronto's weather) The weather for Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday calls for snow in Toronto!
Me: ... (flips over to my area)
Arthur: Rain on Tuesday!
Me: DAMN YUUUU CANADAAAAAAAAAAA (flips back to Toronto and then goes to main menu)
...
Me: (stops and reopens weather)
Arthur: The current temperature in Toronto is nine degrees Fahrenheit!
Me: ...Ouch. HA. KARMA. (proceeds to laugh at phone)
~~~
But seriously, anyone who lives in Toronto, please bundle up and don't die? XD And give me some of your snow...
Tata~!
~Mattie
I had the CRAZIEST dream...like, it had different sections and all of them were crazy.
First, all I remember was sitting on my bed, which had the bedsheet-whatever-its-called off, and playing with markers, and all of them fell out uncapped and got dots all over the matress, and I just sat there and laughed.
Then somehow we were at my school, and I was in line for the bathroom and some old guy cut in front of me and started shaving and I was really pissed off cuz I kinda had to go... Then we started having a talent show-ish kinda deal and I don't quite remember what my talent was but eventually I ended up needing to help with this little girl's. Sometime during this I became Bowser. -_- Idk... Then after that talent show act (which required me being stuffed into a box) was over, I (being me again) had to go get changed and was planning on playing Trivial Pursuit with my friends but had to go somewhere. But before I left I got Canada'd by my friend Russia... Oh, and also, throughout the whole thing one of the students had died but they wouldn't tell us who, just that they were having trouble finding a cemetary that wasn't full O.o
Anyway, next section of the dream! I got into an older car (I call them Damien cars...hard to describe...like from the 60s-70s?) with Italy (my friend, not the character) and this mean girl who has caused me a lot of problems. The person driving was a kinda of jerkish guy who was in band before but quit multiple times. Well we drove around for a little bit and jerkish guy told us the story of his life, and eventually we wound up at an amusement park/aquarium thing. As the three passengers (including myself) were getting out, I saw my English teacher--let's call him Mr. Shakespeare, because if reincarnation exists, then he is obviously the reincarnation of Shakespeare. Anyway, Mr. Shakespeare was entering the aquarium park with someone else that I forget, and was like, "Oh, hi, (insert my real name), are you back too?" And I basically slammed the car door, unknowingly in the mean girl's face (>D) and started talking to him. Somehow we'd all been in the park-thing before and had our hands stamped with letters. The person let us all in but Mr. Shakespeare and me, because apparently he didn't think our hand stamps were legitimate. (Well, mine was a giant A in red sharpie, I don't blame him.) Eventually he let us in, and here starts the last section.
Somehow I had a stuffed alligator. And then I saw that one of the aquarium workers was the science teacher who reminds me of Damien, hereafter called Mr. Damien. And Mr. Damien was talking to this one kid, and when I walked by, he stopped me and grabbed my alligator and started to explain how hunters would kill alligators for their scales. It was a bit gruesome, but still interesting cuz it was Mr. Damien talking. And then at the end he was like, "blah blah blah, something or other, and then we give the alligator a balloon and make him feel better!" And he made a blue pipe cleaner into the shape of an octopus at the end of a stick and wrapped the one end around my alligator's paw. It was so cute! Then somehow my mom was there, and Mr. Damien asked us, "Aren't you folks the ones with the puppy?" (I had a dream where we walked by him with a puppy...a while ago...) And we said yes and started talking, and then he asked us a question and for the life of me I couldn't figure out what he was saying. Eventually my mom answered purple, and I apologized to him for being deaf. He pulled out a purple and an orange pipe cleaner (it was then that I realized he asked our favorite colors, and orange is close enough so...) and started making them into "balloons" while he talked about how field hockey players can sometimes go temporarily deaf from the shouting they have to do.
And that's when I woke up XD
So, do field hockey players really go deaf? Also, can Mr. Damien please make me a pipe cleaner balloon in real life? Please?
So yeah, there's my dream. It was very crazy...And I didn't eat anything before I went to sleep so...Well, speaking of which, I smell food from downstairs, and I'm off to eat it. Tata~!
~Mattie
No seriously, I'm about to open Microsoft Word.
But yes, I am writing my novel! Finally! I've written excerpts before but I'm finally going to get off my lazy butt and start writing this. I've had this idea since sophomore year, so...
Though I won't be posting it up here (hey! I wanna get published eventually!), here's a quick little summary:
The Seventh Degree is a secret organization that deals with everything. Made up of only seven members, they go behind the scenes and around the globe to deal with anything and anyone of interest. Rudolph Heidrick, former German soldier, has just been recruited as the newest member of this organization. He's thrilled, but with his position comes a mentor for him--Damien Réul, a short, sarcastic, snarky, and overall nasty guy. The two must learn to work together, though, because in the secret agent business, anything and everything can get you killed.
...Well, that was a crappy summary, but anyway... If you've seen the multiple pictures of a short guy with black hair that I've drawn (usually in boots), that's Damien. I'm excited to finally start writing his story! ^^
I've already got one person who wants me to give him a chapter each week...INCENTIVE.
Maybe from time to time I'll post excerpts on here...Sorry I can't post the whole thing though ^^; You should all buy it whenever it ends up getting published!! :D
Well, I'll stop procrastinating now. Tata~!
~Mattie
Had to make it six words ^^;
I'm going to rant. Turn back now.
But yeah. I'm beginning to realize that this is a main part of why I've been so bummed out for the past few weeks month or so few months half a year... I put in too much for the people around me. I've been putting others first for probably my entire life, and it's only just now that a switch has clicked and I'm starting to see that maybe people aren't putting me nearly as high on their priority list.
Like, when I bend over backwards working my crap-phone and getting texts to people who won't bother to respond anyway.
Or staying in drumline for the benefit of the people around me, people who wouldn't give a crap if I just suddenly disappeared.
Or taking precalculus, or government, because that looks good for colleges that aren't accepting me.
Or pretending that I'm enjoying an anime because I want friends to be happy, while mine gets thrown on the wayside and trampled by horse-drawn carriages.
Or trying to convince myself that I don't mind when I'm constantly ignored by way too many people.
Or trying so hard to make others feel better when things go wrong, while I sit here, crying myself to sleep and having nightmares about everything and just feeling overall like absolute shit, and not getting anyone!
Or, or, or, or, or...There's too many! Why do I have to be so freaking considerate?! Life would be so much easier if I was able to be mean once in a while! If I was able to be selfish! But no, I have to be constantly concerned with how I make others feel! Even my feeble attempts at being mean, at being assertive...OotRH, for instance...Even then I feel like an absolutely horrible person!
That's why my characters have been so mean and nasty lately...It's me, trying to let out some of my anger before I explode into little bite-sized pieces...
I wish I knew what to do...I'm not going to become a jerk, by no means...
I wanted to thank my broski-boyfriend and Poland, because there have been many times where they have saved me from falling into insanity.
Okay...I'm going to go watch Youtube for a while...Sorry to be so depressing, guys, but I just needed to get that out there...
Well, tata.
~Mattie
I enjoy writing these six word memoirs...
Yeah, bad day today. Had nightmares again last night. Not as bad as the Arthur one, but I still didn't sleep well...
Tried looking up Maple Tea pics to cheer myself up, but ending up just feeling worse and missing it more. But that's where I got the new background! ^^;
Then my hat gave me a headdache at robotics...where I had like two friends...one of whom left pretty early in ^^;
I burnt my finger, messed up the pizza I was cooking...then my computer wouldn't recognize my scanner and I had to restart the whole thing just to submit three pictures...
Oh, and I almost became an underage drinker!! :D Well, I was looking for sparkling cider, and I pulled out a bottle, thinking it was a different flavor, and got ready to try and open it...and then I noticed the surgeon general warning on the back...Needless to say, I was a bit confused ^^; I found the real non-alcoholic sparkling cider, though, it's all good!! XD I think I need to tell my mom to keep the alcohol on a designated self...
(is hit in the head by a random bottle) X.x
...huh? (picks up bottle and holds it over head) I GOT THE THING~! (to the tune of Zelda jingle)
There's a letter inside! (takes out letter)
Hm...Oh, it's for Arthur! (reads it over) ...Matthew wants me to ask you how Mint Bunny is, how your cornias are doing, and if you're going to start caring enough to talk to him soon. OOH! TELL MINT BUNNY I SAID HI :D
Ugh...headache coming back...
Hey, Italy, not sure if you're reading this, but HAI. THIS IS THEOTAKU~! I sent my friend Italy a link to my portfolio...Please don't mind the fangirling, Italy! XD
Well, I'm gonna go watch Chuggaaconroy now...or maybe stalk theO more...
Tata~!
~Mattie
