Why has Michael Bay not been stoned to death yet?

The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting FREE FOOD donated every day to abused and neglected animals. It takes less than a minute (about 15 seconds) to go to their site and click on the purple box 'fund food for animals for free'. This doesn't cost you a thing.


Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising.


Here's the web site! Please pass it along to people you know.


Click me, said the link to Alice.

This thing is tempting

So is this

Possibly I just want kitsch and cake. Irrelevant.

ETA: Make that kitsch, cake, and this

Son of ETA: Goddammit

DUDE.

DUDE.

OMFG YOU GUYS GUESS WHAT. ONLY TOTAL FAGS WANNA JOIN THE GAY-STRAIGHT ALLIANCE. BECAUSE ONLY GAYS JOIN THAT. Y'KNOW THE STRAIGHT PART IN THERE? NOPE, NO STRAIGHT PEOPLE DO THAT, BECAUSE IF YOU BELIEVE IN GAY RIGHTS YOU ARE TOTALLY AND AUTOMATICALLY GAY. MMHMM YEP.

Or, guess what conversation I just had with my mother? "Gay-Straight Alliance? What is that? Oh it's a group proving that homosexuals and heterosexuals can work together in a peaceful environment. Okay. Who are you taking with you? Your female friend? Hmm...*judgmental look*"

There is such a thing as friendship amongst teenagers, despite what Hollywood has taught us. We don't all secretly think about no one but ourselves. Sorry the pretty pictures on the screen have lied to you.

*sigh* Humans.

Okay, so in addition to sunburning my knees (and ONLY my knees...), I have somehow managed to do something to my ankle so that it now squeaks.
Yes. It squeaks. My mom confirmed it and everything. I say "Mama it feels like something's moving when I bend my ankle," I demonstrate, and she says "is that you squeaking?"

So I'm aloe vera-ing my knees and I've got a brace on my ankle, but still. How do I manage to do these things to myself?

I could write here about how much my family is bugging me and how a game involving miniatures is essentially tearing us apart, but I won't. Instead, I'll post a meme, stolen from a random journal (see Sidney? I am creepy):

In response to this post, ask me about the first time I did something. It can be anything--the first time I ate Italian food, the first time someone I knew died, the first time I left the country, my first OTP, the first time someone of the opposite sex saw me naked. I'll answer in the thread. Then (if you like) put it on your journal and I'll ask you questions.

(Title has nothing to do with anything other than my love for the Hush Sound. This entry is actually entirely about knitting related things.)

As a note, the next entry may read a little like a Dinosaur Comic, because in the absence of LJ, I took to reading them and playing Sims basically nonstop in between sleeping and watching Eureka. Not even kidding, for the last 36-odd hours, that is all that I have done. Well that and I made a candy wrapper bracelet that looks like jewels. *thumbsup*

GUYS. WHY DO I NOT HAVE THE PATIENCE TO KNIT SOCKS? Socks are so awesome! They are small and yet they can be so complicated. AND YET THEY ARE THE MOST ANNOYING THINGS TO KNIT EVER. It's not like it's even all that difficult! You're just making two exact copies of the same thing! Crocheting little dogs is more complicated than that! And there are so many awesome sock patterns out there! Like these! Or these! And making those lacey or ribbed stockings for wearing under skirts in winter would be a breeze! BUT I DO NOT HAVE THE PATIENCE FOR SOCKS. Frankly I hate them and people who knit them! AND YET I WANT TO KNIT THEM TO, I JUST CAN'T MAKE MYSELF.

WHAT A CONUNDRUM. I need a paradox machine. Or someone to hit me with a lead pipe.

Actually I may have to break down and knit these in a knee-high. My normal argument of "YOU CAN BUY IT IN THE STORE" just really doesn't apply here... ;___; Willpower, strength, whatever, I need it.

ETA: Also I want to make these. Coincidentally I might be really cold right now. ALEX STOP WEARING A TANK TOP IN THE AIR CONDITIONING, NO WONDER YOU'RE SICK.

The very, very helpful delaese told me that that spider that hangs out outside my window is a crab or garden spider and is completely completely harmless. She also informed me that I do not know spider anatomy (I skipped my bug-parts lesson in second grade, can you tell?) and that what I thought were eyes for the longest time were actually fangs. Hot. She also told me that the spider is not male, like I thought, but a female. I should have guessed, with all the posing she does for me. XD

I've decided to name her Amanda because, like Miss Palmer herself, she is sort of beautiful, sort of creepy, and very awesome. Although she is NOT rainbow colored. If she were rainbow colored I would take so many pictures of her you guys would kill me. If she had a fifties 'do I would set up an around-the-clock video camera for her to shake her little booty and eat bugs on. Couldn't get any good pictures of her tonight due to the angle she was hanging at, but rest assured, there will be many, many more in the future.

I had an entire entry here earlier, but I deleted it, because it was a bunch of shit, a fuckton of me trying at deep and coming up whiny. Instead of that, I'll post this:

I have concluded that there is true love for the people who go out and look for it actively, and I have concluded that that is what I want. That is my goal. I'm going to find the one person in this world that I'm meant to be with, whether it's love or friendship (aren't they the same thing, though? In all honesty, they are. There is no love without friendship and there is no friendship without love, and maybe that has been my problem all along.) or whatever, I'm going to find you. So to this person who I've never met, hello. My name is Alex Leigh, and I love you.

As an explanation of this: it is three in the fucking morning, I can't sleep, and I've been staring at this with tears in my eyes for the past half hour, trying pointlessly to find the meaning in something that has no meaning to me. I'm not in a right state of mind and I feel off. But I meant what I said and I said what I meant, and to my soulmate, I will find you.

There was definitely this big-ass zebra-striped long-legged spider on my window last night. He built a web and everything and when I went to bed he was just, y'know, chillin' outside, snacking on bugs and crawling around and just generally being a creepy crawly.

I get up this morning, and I can't find him. And he was right next to the gap in my window, too.

Suddenly I really don't want to clean my room...

My dream last night made me so sad that when I woke up this morning I was almost crying.

Also why is there always beach grass in my dreams?

ETA: DIY CEILING CAT told me to get over myself.

Let's hope not, 'cause any and all dogs I may have in the future are definitely getting one of these.

I'm feeling better now, for the record.

So I've been missing something musically lately. Like, I couldn't tell what it was, but I just felt like all of the music I was listening to - even the new stuff - was just old and tired and essentially the same thing all over again. This was soothed a little on occasion, but it never went away.

AND THEN I WATCHED THIS VIDEO, and something clicked when I heard Royal Crown Revue. SO I WENT AND LOOKED THEM UP ON YOUTUBE, and, well. Half a song in and I can already feel the tugging at my heartstrings and the jumping of muscles that says "GIRL YOU'RE GONNA DIG THIS".

Have a listen. It's catchy and awesome.



(I love swing music, holy crap. I blame The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy [or should I blame Voltaire?] for showing me this song at an impressionable age...)

ETA: Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - Mr. Pinstripe Suit
ALSO AWESOME. Sorry Sid, but the embedding was disabled. I'LL SHOW YOU LATER? LIKE IN DRAMA OR SOMETHING.

SO IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T HEARD, I'm in the drama department at my school, which is South Lakes High School in Reston, Virginia.

If you are anywhere near the area, tomorrow we're having a SNL parody that we call Friday Night Live.
It runs on basically the same principal: original skits, all of them student-directed, are shown in the auditorium.

If you happen to be in the area, the show starts at 7, tickets are $5, and refreshments are usually served but not always guaranteed. You should totally come despite. All of us performers are friendly and can usually be found milling around outside afterward. Get out of the rainy weather and come to South Lakes in Reston for a night of hilarity!

And if you're not in the area, it's okay, just imagine a bunch of teenagers being stupid and uncoordinated on a stage. \o/

THESE are very much NOT FAIR.

So yes, anyone that needs to buy me a gift (Sidney this will make a nice substitute for that first born you're always talking about NO BUT SERIOUSLY DON'T EVEN THINK IT. STOP IT. YOU'RE THINKING IT. I CAN HEAR YOU.), just search 'steampunk' on Etsy. Tres simple.

EDIT: NGGGGGHwant. D: D:D: This is the first pair of goggles I've found under, like, sixty bucks. GOD BLESS YOU AND YOURS, ETSY.

EDIT2: OH GODDAMMIT
I should probably stop before I give myself a Nasty Medical Thing Brought About by Supreme Want of a Thing, but...that's no fun. Also it's either this or go stare at pictures of Patrick Stump, so either way I'm getting a Nasty Medical Thing.

THIS MEANS I NEED A LIFE.

So today the DC Council voted on whether or not to recognize gay marriage in our nation's capital. They voted yes (sort of...I mean the mayor still has to sign it and then Congress has to review it and blah blah blah, legal shit) almost overwhelmingly - Barry voted no for unknown reasons (he apparently supports it...? I don't even know.).

Maybe, hopefully, possibly this is a step forward and people will eventually recognize that gays are people too. The fact that this issue even exists sort of sickens me, but, well, good job DC.

Also I still feel like crap and I think I'm going to be soon...as soon as the ball game is over. GO SOX.

So I love plugs. I really, really do. I just think that they are so neat and I love the way they look. Even the outrageously huge ones on guys that look like they could snap me in half with one breath. Well alright maybe not so much, but still: plugs. My secret love.

I'd really like to start with some - nothing huge or crazy or anything, but there are small ones out there that I really admire the look of. Unfortunately? No one can tell me anything. I found some body-mod comms out there on teh Ehl-Jay, but everyone seems too snippy, self-centered and elitist for me to make a post (also, there was wank. Seriously people, get over yourselves - not everyone can work the internet or can use tags), and I'm really and truly scared of what would happen if I tried to type "plugs" into Google. I don't know who to ask in real life except for maybe one of the employees at Hot Topic, but getting to the mall is kind of an affair for me and going to the mall to ask about body piercings *shockgaspawe* would be a super no-no with the parents. Also how do you ask someone you don't know "hey, how do I shove these things into my ears?"

So yes. Anyone who knows anything would be sweet. That includes the random people that like to comment on my posts sometimes. *waves*

I kind of maybe forgot how much I positively adore dinosaurs. But I do. They are the most fascinating creatures ever to exist, in addition to some of the most terrifying and awe-inspiring.

It really fucking sucks that they're all gone.

Also I may need to see Jurassic Park...

I forgot how much I loved Even Stevens.

Oh my god I'm dead, I think I died last night at some point of either dehydration or sheer AWESOME. Probably the dehydration, BUT NO SERIOUSLY THE CONCERT WAS AWESOME. Well except for the random MTV guy who kept coming on and killing the entire thing, but...what can ya do? I also wasn't much impressed by 50 Cent, but, um, that might have been the mating dances all of the couples around me were trying to do (you think I'm kidding. DECENCY. IT'S A GOOD THING). And the sheer thought put into the lyrics. "Put ya hands up," and "I need a drink get me a drink"? I mean, really. So moving. [/sarcasm]

BUT BUT BUT THE REST OF IT WAS SO FRICKIN' AMAZING. I WAS LIKE, WHAT? AND I SCREAMED MYSELF HOARSE FOR BANDS I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW BECAUSE IT WAS AWESOME.

Not gonna lie, I almost cried during the Cobra set. Which is funny if you think about it. But I was just so damn happy and I just - I don't even know. I'm a freak. STFU. And I almost threw up during their set too, but that was because I hadn't really eaten much all day and I was jumping around like a maniac. NOTE TO SELF - AT THE NEXT CONCERT YOU GO TO, DO NOT JUMP A FOOT OFF THE GROUND EVERY TIME YOU JUMP.
Relatedly, OW MY LEGS. OW MY BACK. OW MY VOICE. OW MY EVERYTHING. Oh but it was so much fun.

Almost cried during Fall Out Boy too. HOW SO AWESOME, BOYS? Even Pete, and most people know of my feelings for Pete Wentz. The only thing bad about the Fall Out Boy set was the annoying chicks behind us screaming "OMFG PETE YOU'RE SEXY FUCK ME PLEASE" every five seconds. Didn't almost throw up during theirs. Which is pretty sweet. :D

And me and Sidney may have been turned into All Time Low converts, but they were just so damn good. It was awesome. Did I mention the general awesome of it? Because it was awesome. So much awesome. I didn't want it to end.

Alright that's sort of a lie, because by the time it ended it was, like, eleven? And we'd been there since three? Yeah. Plus I was dehydrated and sweaty and gross and hungry and kind of very exhausted. BUT OMFG IT WAS SO DAMN FUN. I WANT ANOTHER CONCERT. CAN HAS PLZ.

SIDNEY WE ARE DEFINITELY GOING TO WARPED.

Also we saw like 80 marriage proposals on the screen thing they had set up so that people could text messages to be seen. Plus a couple of prom proposals and one picture of a baby who looked like our friend Jake. WTS LIFE? I don't even know. Also there was one of "RYDEN EXISTS" that had me and Sidney falling out of our seat laughing. Because...because.

Highlights of the day...um, the entire Cobra show (I lost my voice for like five minutes because I screamed so loud) and 'What a Catch, Donnie', 'Disloyal Order of the Water Buffaloes' and 'Beat It'. Because OMFG COBRAS and OMFG PATRICK STUMP'S VOICE. *flaily hands all over*

BUT YES, my recommendations: if you ever get the chance to see Fall Out Boy live, take it. If you ever get the chance to see Cobra Starship live, TAKE IT. And take me with you for both cases. I'm compact. I can fit in bags. I FOLD UP HANDILY TO FIT INTO PURSES OF ALL SIZES.
That's a lie. Jesus fuck I'm tired. ._.

This is one of those cool things that you look at and almost don't dare to believe is real. Like that prison inmates do Thriller video? Only sexier. And less awesome. And possibly not involving the crossdressing?

Relatedly, my dress almost makes me look flat chested.

Also: IT'S REALLY RATHER NICE OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW. IS IT NICE FOR THOSE OF YOU NOT IN NORTHER VIRGINIA?

So Boston is playing Baltimore tonight.
In the second inning, the pitcher walked like five guys, getting them two points. There were five more runs in that inning alone. The score was 7 - 0 Baltimore.
Then the Sox got up to bat and managed to get 4 points.
Somewhere in the fourth inning, Baltimore got another hit, bringing the score up to 8 - 4 Baltimore.
Bottom of the fifth - the Sox tie it up.

GOOD JOB BOYS. &hearts

EDIT: they brought it up to 10! Top of the 8th!

Completely unrelated, but I had a dream that there was some sort of epic war going on in the restaurant I was apparently a waitress at between the forces of good and evil. Which manifested themselves as a troll and a giant bat respectively. Also I lived with an aunt who doesn't exist, her son, who was a douchebag and also had the only working bathroom in the house, and some really annoying girl who had excellent heels. Also I gave myself a black-and-red short skunk cut. It looked good.
VictoryrollsvictoryrollsvictoryrollsyouwilllooklikeamanAlexyourmomwon'tletyoudyeyourhairanywaysostfu.

According to iTunes, Green Day is releasing a new album on May 15th. Just thought the Green Day fans would like to know that if they didn't already (I'm out of the loop on these things so you all are probably going to laugh at me for being late. ._.)

Also I can't tell one of the guitarists of We the Kings apart from the drummer for Cobra Starship. I think I need help.

The next time I go crazy and want to cut my hair ridiculously short, someone remind me that A) I will hate it if I do and B) I'm trying to grow it out enough for victory rolls.

So I kinda forgot the exact brand of crazy stupid silly affectionate slightly-more-than-platonic love I have for Jepha Howard.
This is one of those things that shouldn't be forgotten.





Oh Jepha. ♥

Okay I'm feeling better now that I've got the rant out of my system, but now my iPod's doing that thing it does sometimes where it switches the album art of songs. Currently it's happened twice that I've seen for this shuffle - it's currently got the cover of Bruce Springsteen's Born to Run single cover for a Slipknot album, and Anti-Flag's For Blood and Empire cover for Fall Out Boy's Folie a Deux.

Just thought that was amusing for those of you that know the music.

EDIT: Well the Slipknot one went back to normal, but now Never Mind the Bollocks has suddenly become The Phantom of the Opera.

I've been watching 'Banned from the Bible' for the last three hours. It's fascinating and I can't stop. It's also making me realize that I know nothing about religion at all.

In other news, I can't stop listening to Rufus Wainwright.

Found while trolling the f-list:

SACKAROTH!

Those little dolls are called amigurumi, which is Japanese for 'knitted doll' or something. The recent craze is to create humanoids based on the character of Sackboy from Little Big Planet. Hence the name.

But yes, thought that the parts of the f-list that like FF7 would get a giggle at the very least. Have a good day everyone!

Also would it be crossing the gap between 'normal' and 'downright creepy' if I were to make a Patrick Stump one of these? 'Cause I'm pretty sure it would be. :/

YOU HAVE BEEN FISHED.

AVEZ UN BON POISSON D'AVRIL!

Also, happy birthday to my favorite fictional redheaded twins, Fred and George Weasley.

Someone tell me

a) where these thoughts come from, and

b) how I can use that above line in a something. Please. Holy god please.

Bob Dylan is not conducive to thinking.

That is all.

Vegetarian 'ground beef' is actually pretty delicious.

Relatedly, what's for dinner are your place?

Because Kazzy is wonderful.

For reference, everyone, Kazzy is my friend in the real world. She actually exists. Unless both me and my science teacher are crazy, in which case she doesn't. But other people have seen her, so there's hope. Not everyone can be insane at the same time, right?

Anyway, I got tagged by Miss Misu (\o/), so here we have a meme:

1.- Make a post about your current feelings towards your work, your relatives, the local weather and yourself.

2.- You must use pictures to describe them. It doesn't matter if they belong to you or if you made them by yourself, just remember to use your own picture hosting service. (If needed and required, credit the original source)

3.- Tag 10 people to do this. Spread the Nienna love!

I tag the world. Because "THE WORLD IS MY BITCH. THAT TREE IS MY BITCH." (Kazzy reference)
In reality, I don't think I have ten friends that haven't done this to tag. Woe.

( TEH MEEMZ. )

SO YES. THERE'S THAT.

So apparently they make houses out of shipping containers now?

They are neat. I want one.

Also if anyone asks, I'm doing my government homework. No, honestly, I am.

I've got Bowling for Soup playing on the iPod.

I just saw the most adorable thing ever.

It's times like these that make life worth living, guys.