No one understands my genius. D:

Sally thinks I'm high.

I am high, on ARTISTICALLY AWESOMELY SPONTANEOUS COOLIO AMAZING GENIUS fumes. >:O

How about a story? The Artsy Llama who got a job.

See, I'm bored right now. So I shall entertain everyone with a story I will make up as I type along. Then I'll add pictures.

Here we go;

Once upon a time, in the distant distant future, there was a llama.

The llama was secretly a con artist at night, and street artist in the morning.

He loved art, you see. He majored in Art when we went to LALAU. Los Angeles Llama Art University.

One day, while he was drawing a sock on the beach, a snorkle came along and snorted, "Hello, llama. I have a dilemma. You see, my mama... is ill. And she needs you to draw her before she dies-ma. I'm willing to pay you 6 shillings. 3 in the form of baby organs, and 4 in chapstick caps, and -1 in airbags."

The llama was excited, for he's running low on chapstick caps. And chapstick caps are a delicacy in the land of the Bigglelog. Any found are usually eaten on sight.

"All right, Mr..."

"You may call me Drowning."

"All right, Mr. Drowning, the snorkle. I shall assist you in your mother's dilemma."

"I shall see you at 13 o clock."

This was a problem for the llama. He is a con artist at 12 o' clock. He is in dire need of a solution to suppress his urge to become a con artist by 4 o' clock, for it is two hours to 12, and seven to 13.

He goes to the local pub, in hopes of finding a witch who specializes in llama con artist suppressants.

He sees a shady looking old pig near the corner with the wax figs.

"Are you a witch who can distinguish me need to become a con artist by 13 o' clock?"

"Yes, why yes I am. Are you in need of a suppressant potion, my dear Dissociative identity disordered llama?"

"Yes! Yes, I am! What might I do to be able to obtain one from you?"

"I haven't the slightest idea. Perhaps you can ask one of the figs."

So the llama, with no other choice turned his attention to a rather plump fig.

"Dearest Fig, do you know how I might be able restrain my alter ego?"

The fig spat, and said with a lisp,"See here, llamas always have this suppressing situation. So, I send them some soft served ice cream. Something in the soothing softness of the ice cream seems to summon a superhero whom I know will suppress your con artist needs."

The llama returned home and waited for the delivery fish.

DONG DING. DONG DING!

Alas! The fishy delivery man. The llama opens the door and signs for the ice cream.

In a puff of smoke, the superhero comes out.

"By Jove! You must be the llama I was expecting! Let us fix this problem of yours, why don't we?"

"Yes! Yes! We shall! How do we start?"

"With one full minute of intense anti con artist therapy. No more, no less."

The llama happily agrees.

However, the super hero is minute intolerant. And he found out, not so long ago, while in the home of a perplexing llama. So they went on with the therapy... for one second longer.

The superhero blows up, but the llama is cured.

At 13 o clock, he arrives at the snorkle, Mr. Drowning's house.

"I'm terribly sorry, my dear artistically artsy llama. My mother seems to have passed, thus making her invisible."

DUDEEEEEEEEEEEEE

IM ON A TIRED HIGH RIGHT NOW.

YOU KNOW WHEN YOU'RE SO TIRED THAT YOU CAN'T THINK AND SUDDENLY EVERYTHING'S ALL WACKY AND FUNNY AND YOU WANNA SINGGGGGG?

YEAH THAT'S ME. sO I'MA WRITE A POST WHILE THIS IS HAPPENING SO I CAN READ IT AFTERWARDS.

TO SALLY: BITCHHHHH HOW DAREZES YOU SAY I GIVE NO INSPIRATION? I OOZE INSPARATION. i'M LIKE THE DAWGITY DAWG OF INSPIRATION'S SISTER'S ONLY BROTHER MAN.

i'M SO INSPIRING, MONO LISA WAS PAINTED AFTER ME AND THEN SENT TO THE PAST SO IT WOULD BE A MASTERPIECE IN MY ERA. DUDE. I'M LIKE THE MOST INSPIRING THING EVER.

CHUCK NORRIS SAW MY FACE AND WAS ALL..... dude i should go kick some ass. and make that my living.

God made me and was all... dudeeeeeee i totallyneed to make this chick a spheriical crib. So he made earth.

btw: I'm not on drugs. I'm on coffee.

WRITERS BLOCK

Hey guys, this is Sally. Sorry I haven't posted at all... haha... we created this blog, I believe, during the summer? Yes? Yes. Summer happened, and then school started. School started then the heaps of homework that came with it. Actually, I'm in school, in a class, in a computer lab. Truth is, for our Survey Lit. class, our teacher actually made us create blogs and have a new post every two weeks. So, here I am, trying to think of what to write... NO IDEAS. Like the title says, I currently have writer's block. Since I couldn't think of anything, I just thought I would read Stephi's posts for inspiration... so far, no success. Yet. I'm probably going to blog about childhood memoirs or something. I'll blog again soon. Actually, this doesn't even count as a post but... SEE Y'ALL. Peace. (:

Picture poses

When I take a picture with you, I don't like seeing my beautiful face next to a pufferfish.

Just so you know.

Pictures are fun and entertaining. To capture a memory. Or show how you look like to the webbernet. And most of the time, you want to look pretty/handsome in it.

So why?

It's not even pretty. But if you wanna be my scapegoat...

How about this duck face? Will pouting make you look any better than a normal smile? Is it supposed to be a kiss? because I'm not getting that vibe.

It's even worse when you're looking up at the camera that is practically above your head and then you duck it out.

I'm not even gonna explain this one.

Yeah. Okay. Go with the normal is boring and stupid. It's 2010. blahh excuse. No, normal is normal for a reason, I don't want to sound like a party pooper, but you can be unique all you want without looking stupid.

So stop looking stupid.

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).