Hahas

Seeing this pisses me off.

Yeah, another rant-y type post.

BTW: Mouse is fixed again!

Anyway; Seeing the word.. no phrase.. wait, word? But... Let's just say phrase. Seeing that phrase pisses me off. More than it should, but a lot of random things piss me off. It's a telltale sign of a shallow, prejudice person. With some exceptions. A lot of people say hahas because they see those shallow people say it, and are influenced.

The type of people who say hahas;

They always think they're better than you, but they wanna make it seem like you matter.

Like... "Hi! ... bye!" The hi's there to tell you that they acknowledge your existence. Bye's usually silent, but if they could say it without hurting you and their reputation, they would, because they think they're too good for you, and want you to know it... while making you feel a little special with that Hi.

hahas

lol pisses me off to an extent... because it's just there to express your amusement. Like a smiley face.

lols, however, sit with the hahas.

lols/haha/hahas VS. lol ... there's the je ne sais qua.

But the HAHAHAHAHA vs. the hahas is no mystery.

the HAHAHAHAHA is usually when something is really amusing. Like an exaggerated LOL.

And then the stupid haha tries to be cute by putting that little s at the end.

Poser.

That was my stupid rant. hahas

Dream 9-24-10

I'm just recording my wild dreams. :D

In the dream, I'm apparently a guy. And was rich. So I bought these megaman type cannon arm gun things. And the ones I had were really cool, they're like black and white and shiny. And I hid them in my trench coat... which is really imposible since they're the huge bazooka type. So I ran away from home and I drove to somewhere in 1900's Texas. Back when they had log cabins everywhere. And I shot down a mafia man. Or a farmer. Or both. And then I realized that my favorite gun bazooka was also a sniper rifle thing. Then I found out that my next target was at some lecture hall. So I went there, and everything was really fancy, and peachy pink marble was everywhere. And I was in the back, the group of old fat men in suits and ladies with pearls were in front on a stage, and they were accepting some kind of award. Then I found out(more like realized) I had a daughter, and she was suddenly there. And she wanted to snipe them, so I let her. And then I was in her body, and I missed, and they realized I was there, so they ran towards me. And I was pushed into a section that was there for quilts...(don't ask me, I have no idea why it's there) by an employee... who apparently supported me. And he took the blame. And was killed, and they found me, and then I realized they were my family, and they assumed I was kidnapped, so they let me go.

Then there was something about going into my grandparent's old room, and then there was a bigger part of the dream in a futuristic city with a bridge. I was sniping a part of the bridge that held the pillars up(those stringy things).

And on the 19th day, Stephi has risen again!

I think I died too. But I'm back! Heh... It's not like I forgot about this or anything........................ D:

BTW: Mouse is working when it feels like working, so I'm using the reliable yet complex mouse keys(using my numberpad as a mouse). So there won't be many drawings here. But.......

Check me out.

Yeah. I'm in highschool. Woot Woot. Jones FTW.

Anyway... my first week of highschool was.... AWKWARD!!!!!!!

It was so awkward, I felt like I was melting from the intensity of the awkwardness of awkwards that was highschool. I tried being poetic there. Did I fail?

It's so different! There are so many students! And there are no lines!! People didn't walk like they were straight out of the military! But that's adds to the awkwardness because I have 5 minutes to get from floor 1 to floor 6 while moving one step every few seconds because floor 3 is being backed up by kissing seniors who are waiting outside their AOC(homeroom).

And in my classes, everyone's too nervous to talk... so when I try to strike a conversation...

Me: Hey! What school did you come from?

Them: Blah Blah Blah Elementary...

Me: Never heard of it.. Where is it? South or Northside?

Them: South...

Me:Nice...nice...

SILENCE

Me: I went to St. Blarghal School.

Them: *Nervous dunnowhat to say nod*

Me: yeah......

Them: yeah.....

Followed by lots of nodding, and then eye contact avoiding.

I'm still quiet. And super self conscious. D:

Sally! D:

I think Sally died. She hasn't posted anything yet!

Liking yourself.

Stephi Here.

Pet Peeve #2

Liking your own posts.

Why would you do that? Other than a teenie little self confidence boost that lasts 5 minutes, then you go.. MAN! I look like a douche!

I just don't understand why people would do that. Is it to pressure other people into liking it too? That works on other posts, but once the people see your name twice in one little section, the need to follow the status quo is killed by the need to point and laugh at how desperate the person seems.

For example;

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Scissors McSissorita I like scissors!

about an hour ago

Stapler Stapliton likes this.

This is usually where you go..."Hey! I like scissors too, but I'm too lazy to click the lik- OH! Would you look at that! Stapler Stapliton likes scissors too. I'm gonna take a second to click the like button too!"

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Bowlie Bowler I love soup!

about an hour ago

Bowlie Bowler likes this.

Now, you usually think..."I love soup too! Maybe I'll click like button! Maybe. Oh, hey! Someone else likes it too..... oh... he liked his own status. That pathetically screams 'I desperately need someone to like this status! Check it out, I'm a someone! I'll like my own status. Because no one else will.' Maybe I shouldn't..."

Man, I sound like a bitch! But it just pisses me off. A lot more than it should, but it does.

Midnight-ish Book Ninja.

Stephi here.

I just went on an adventure! No, not really... but it felt like it.

I was about to go to sleep... until I realized that I really wanted to read, not sleep. Even though I'm extremely tired.

"Hey! Guess what? I'm not gonna let you sleep until you read some of The Last Olympian." My brain said. This wouldn't be a problem. Nope, it usually happens every other night. Except this time, Ada(my sister) borrowed to book earlier at night when the diurnal members of my family slept.

Ada sleeps with my mom. My mother PMS's on a daily basis. So you see how this is a problem.

But I NEEDED that book. So I decided that I was agile and sneaky enough. I mean, I've watched Ocean's 13.. and parts of James Bond... and Spy Kids........................... I got this.

Start playing the James Bond theme song as you read this next part.

The door was partially open. I got this.

I'm gonna slide in. Like a badass snake. Because I'm so badass.

It would've worked. But my rib touched the door. Making it move an inch... but that was enough to make Ada's stupid rosary thing jingle.

I hate you, metal crucifix thing. What is that anyway? 9 years in Catholic school and I never understood why Christians carry around a model of the torture instrument used to kill their hero.

It's like if Michael Jackson fans carried around tiny bloody anatomical hearts that look like they've been arrested. That's a bad example, but I wanted to draw this picture.

Hahahahaha. I'm so punny.

Anyway, it made a lot of noise and I froze. My mom's breathing didn't slow, so I kept going.

I got in. And I felt my way around the room because I overestimated my night vision abilities. So I went to the faded LED light of my sister's cell phone. It was charging, but it was 100% already, so I unplugged it.

BEEP.

I froze. Okay, okay. No one noticed. And then I stepped away, and the charger head hit the floor with a

THUD.

I closed my eyes and waited for the rustling of bedsheets. Nothing. SAFE! Phew... I'm good. I'm good...

And a second later, the light disappeared because it wasn't charging anymore. So I slid it up and down to renew the light's lifetime.

DOO DAH LINGah.

Run. Goddammit Stephanie, RUN! And I was at the door when my mom said, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Looking for a book." I replied. Good thing it's 4am, she was too tired to question me.

Mission Failure. Enemy detected me. Dammit.

SECOND TRY

This is what went through my head during the second mission:

I got this now. I'm so awesome. I have my phone's camera on. The screen is dark, but still illuminates.

I'm so cool.

Aw, come on! My mom's facing the door now. Great!

I still got this. I'm cool. I'm chill.....

After groping around the bed and the desk, nearly pushing Ada off the bed, risking it by checking under my mom's pillow, under Ada's pillow, between Ada and Mom, under the bed, in the closet, on her desky thing.. I have come back empty handed. I have failed everyone. And by everyone, I mean me.

WAIT. What if Ada didn't bring the book upstairs to her room? Oh who am I kidding? Who reads downstairs in the living room? Pfft. Pssh.. heh.. ha... heh.. merf....

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It was downstairs. On the table. It's black cover mocking me.

Home decorating... FAIL.

Stephi here!

Remember how I mentioned in the last post how I'd write a new post about my home decorating adventure?

Yeah, well here it is!

It started like 3 months ago.. or somewhere near the beginning of summer. I found the magically addictive Home Decoration Channel or something..(HGTV)

And I got super passionate about getting my house redecorated.

I dreamed about filming it.. and having this cool segment where I talk about it... and then the people get to see the progress... And I'd get famous via house designer....... And I'd have the best looking house ever.

I spent hours looking at the IKEA catalog and planning my artistic domination of my household.

I'll start with my ROOM. Then I'll expand my territory into THE BATHROOM! AND DOWN THE STAIRS AND THEN THE LIVING ROOM! MWAHHAHAHAHAHA...

Well, it's been 3 months... and the closest I've gotten to a new room is the blue painter's tape on my ceiling...