SuperTaate

I might still be obnoxious, I don't know.  But I was looking things from back when I used this site a lot and I was really, really stupid.  All the time.  I also thought I was unequivocally deep, which was the reason why I never capitalized anything.  So sorry about that.

I don't think anyone is going to read this, or is going to care, because it's been years since I really actively used this site, but hello again.  I'm seriously considering just making a new account and starting over with a half decent username and no stupid associations with my old account, but I don't know.  

So hello, no one.

he did. i think i spelled his name wrong, but he did. i am emotionally scarred.

you see, i went and saw 'land of the lost' last night. i don't think i will ever lose the image of the pool scene, when he comes out of the water... it will haunt my dreams forever. i think he might have been wearing women's peach print underwear.

other than that though, 'land of the lost' was pretty funny. xD if you can withstand the emotional scarring, it's probably a worthwhile see. i dunno. sometimes i was bored, but not often.

i'm sorry i'm not using caps again, but i'm a bit tired and feeling lazy.

i think that it is important to note that now my browser is totally decked out in CATS. THANK YOU, Quiche, for telling me about firefox themes. because now it's not firefox. IT'S FIRECAT. i always wished that there was some way that you could kinda customize firefox and make it prettier... and now i feel very dumb because it already existed. XD

oh hey, do you know what is an AMAZING book? The Goose Girl is an amazing book. and it is so amazing it that it deserves to be capitalized. seriously. it is so beautifully written, and it has such beautiful images and such a wonderful story. and if it wasn't written so well, i probably wouldn't read it. because poetry has turned me into an enormous snob when it comes to the way that books are written - if sentences aren't pretty, i don't want to read it. or at least they have to formed well - avoid sounding ugly. i know that story should be the main point of a book, but if a writer can't artfully tell the story... eh. i dunno.

but back to the point, it's amazing. it's written by shannon hale, who is an amazing author. if you're going to get it though, ignore the most likely ugly, corny cover - i think that the book got to new publishers, and they did that annoying thing where they take a picture of some girl and stick her on the cover of the book, and then add all sorts of random colors and texture-things that don't fit the overall mood of the story at all. i hate that. first of all, she looks nothing like ani is supposed to look - about three years younger first of all. and then she's smiling this sort of weird, devious smile. ani is not very devious. the model they chose is totally out of character, and it bothers me to pieces.

but yes. anyway.

Stolen from


HOW OLD DO YOU ACT?

[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee.
[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar.
[ ] You own a credit card.
[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car.
[x] You've done your own laundry.
[ ] You can vote in an election.
[x] You can cook for yourself.
[x] You think politics are interesting.
TOTAL SO FAR: 4

[x] You show up for school late a lot.
[x] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket.
[x] You've never gotten a detention.
[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday.
[x] You like to take walks by yourself.
[x] You know what credibility means, without looking it up.
[x] You drink caffeine at least once a week.
TOTAL SO FAR: 10

[x] You know how to do the dishes.
[x] You can count to 10 in another language.
[ ] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it.
[ ] You can mow the lawn.
[ ] You study even when you don't have to.
[ ] You have hand washed a car before.
TOTAL SO FAR: 12

[x] You can spell experience, without looking it up.
[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name.
[ ] Your favorite kind of food is take out.
[ ] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need.
[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[x] You can type pretty quick.
TOTAL SO FAR: 14

[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment.
[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party. (What the heck is a tupperware party...?)
[ ] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay.
[x] You have been to the beach.
[x] You use the internet every day.
[ ] You have been outside of the United States 3 or more times. (I SO wish!)
[ ] You make your bed in the morning.
TOTAL: 16

*** Repost this with the subject as: I'm (real age here) but I act (score here)


Oddness. O_o Apparently I look older too. Like the other day we were trying to get a parking space close to this art festival thing because my mom is all big and pregnant and doesn't want to have to walk half a mile to get there. When we appealed to the parking guy because apparently close-up parking was full, he suggested that I go and drop mom off up close, and then park the car way away. It made me lol. And then this one older lady the other day totally thought that I was old enough to be living alone and was doing so.

... Do I really look that old? O_o Maybe I'll get wrinkles prematurely too or something

I can't seem to write anymore. D:

I can't write anything but images - all I can write anymore is pretty words. Pretty, meaningless words - and I can't even get far with those.

I hate writer's block, I really do. I don't know what to do about it. I looked back through my past poetry to see how I did it, but I didn't like my poems at all anymore, which was weird. And I dunno. They seemed like they were way too flawed. But that's better than now - much better - I can't write anything if I decide that it doesn't sound pretty enough. And then nothing seems important to write about anymore.

So I wonder what happened because before everything seemed important enough. I've been reading tons and tons of poetry, but it doesn't help and it's just discouraging. I miss writing - I wanted to be a poet more than anything in the world (although that was short-lived. I guess I was writing for hardly any time at all, but I loved it), but I can't see myself doing that anymore because I can't write. People ask me what I want to do and I say I want to write poetry - but I don't know how I can say that anymore at all. I guess maybe I'm overreacting yo this writer's block. But it feels like I've had for waaay too long. I don't like the last poem I submitted at all, except for a couple of lines - it feels like empty images again. And I don't know. Bah.

But I hate it because it feels like I lost my best friend in the world,  and I really don't know what to do about it. And when I try to write again I feel worse and end up hating things. I dunno. I miss words.

I'm sorry for whining so much...  I need to stop whining. XD Look! I'm whining about whining.

Oh! But go read some poetry by Naomi Shihab Nye. She is AMAZING. Seriously. She's  also very discouraging because she's so amazing.

I dunno why I'm awake right now. I'm really very tired, and I should be going to sleep. I was supposed to be about half an hour ago.

But I was writing replies and realized that I REALLY randomly enjoy typing right now. 'cause I'm typin' SUPER-DUPER FAST! My fastest speed is 91 WPM! But when I'm going all slow I'm usually at 70. And then if I am REALLY tired, I'm at 60. But not now! Woohoo!

Although I talked to this one guy once who said that he could type 150 WPM. And then I didn't really know what the average typing speed was, or how to gauge speed at all, so I was just like "Oh whatever, I bet I can type faster than that! I am the super speedeh typist!" (In mah brain, by the way. I didn't say that.) But then I took this typing test and was all like "WHOA! He types REALLY FAST!"

And I was thus humbled.

I watched "Knowing" today in the dollar fifty theater. I HATED IT WITH A PASSION! I mean, it was all interesting and stuff, but really, it was DISTURBING. I don't particularly enjoy watching large subway crashes and train wrecks. Or the end of the earth. Especially not the end of the earth. Sorry if that was a spoiler for anybody - although if you go into that movie and get very far at ALL and haven't already figured out that the world is going to end... I dunno. But I thought it was pretty obvious myself.

So! I kinda-sorta broke my writer's block last night! Yay! Although i kinda just wrote one stanza and can't come up with anything to actually... you know, write an entire poem out of it. But I'll show you it here:

she said
we are buried inside
trees, our hearts hung on
their bare bones.

...

I know. It's pathetic. It's four lines. It's four lines that I've been trying to find something to fit to since 1 AM last night. Gaaaah. But I really like it and feel like it needs to have an entire poem to go with it and I'm not really sure why.

Bah. That sounds RIDICULOUS. It's a silly lame four lines. I think I still have bad writer's block.

But you know what? I think that writer's block should go and DIE. I HATE it. And I've had it for at least a month now. I've written tiny little things here and there, but I always get stuck and don't know where to go after a point. BLAH.

But anyway... So how is everyone? Sorry I keep being uber-slow on replying to some things. (At least by my check-dA-and-reply-as-much-as-possible standards) I don't know why, but I randomly don't feel like replying to almost ANYTHING right now. Which is weird because I usually hop to it.

That's all.

Oh, but P.S.!!!!

www.youtube.com/watch?v=22SUUa… THIS IS THE BEST VIDEO IN THE WORLD. I LOVE IT. Waaaaaaatch!

It really is a pity how pretty he feels.