Haunted cookies n' stuuuff...

*rolls eyes* P-shaw.
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Till: Is that it then?
Wrevor: Just "p-shaw" and that's it? Seriously?
Au contraire, monsieurs, I also rolled my eyes.
Till: *le sigh*
Wrevor: Just go on.
With what?
Till: Whatever you were doing-
Wrevor: -before we butted in.
Ah. You're calling it that too now. Hmmm....
Well, I don't have anything to say.
Till: Au contraire, mademoiselle-
Wrevor: As you have been talking this whole time.
So have you.
Both of them: Touche!
Aren't you at Jen's?
Till: Oh yeah!
Wrevor: Toodles! *both of them disappear*
*sigh* Sooo...for one, I'm annoyed because Glee is moving the reruns to 9 so I guess I can't watch them, not that I want to this week (today) because it's the Justin Beiber episode *cringes in horror.* They didn't even give us a break and flip over to Dalton for a few minutes...then again...I don't really want to see them singing Beiber too...
Also, it's now on Thursday. Tuesday is Glee day. It's stamped in my mind. It's weird having it on Thursdays...
Well...I really should practice my Clarinet...soooo...I guess I'll go write.
Heh, just kidding. Sort of. Really though...I should...
Well, I bid ye farewell, fair nobody reading this blog. Toodle pip and all that.
Always,
Alice
Ps. Just for...reference...exactly what music video was Darren in Jen? Hmmm....?
Pps. Darn. I just remembered she doesn't read this...dang. Ah, well. I'll just have to e-mail her...
Ppps. I'M SO LONELY!!! *throws hands up in anguish and runs off*
Pppps. Sorry...sorry, you had to see that....
Ppppp...etc.s: I forgot no one reads this again. So, I'm apologizing to no one. Great. *sighs and rolls eyes and walks back off*
Pppp...etc.s: Till: We're back! Wrevor: Helloor? Anyone home? Till: *looks around* I think she's gone. Wrevor: You thinking what I'm think? Till: Giant party? Wrevor: Exactly. Me: *reappears* Ahem.
Till: Dang it... Wrevor: *sighs* Me: Come along now. *drags them off*

The Tweedle Twins

See links at the bottom of my other  blog to see the fine owners of these characters/this picture:
They are quite awesome. (Caption: that's Kurt in the middle and Evan and Ethan on either side. Don't ask who's who. I have no idea.)

Dwight: "I'm eating haunted cookies...aren't I?"

...I'm bored...then again, when aren't I bored?

Hum...boredom-an emotional state experienced when an individual is without any work or is not interested in their surroundings. The first recorded use of the word boredom is in the novel Bleak House by Charles Dickens, written in 1852, in which it appears six times, although the expression to be a bore had been used in the sense of "to be tiresome or dull" since 1768. The French term for boredom, ennui, is sometimes used in English as well.
Synonyms: Tedium, monotony, dullness, tediousness, world-weariness, ennui
Antonyms: Interest, excitement
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Till: You're a sad person, going on here and defining boredom.
I AM the definition of boredom. You'll find my picture under the word in the dictionary.
Wrevor: True dat.
...Then again, I AM ranting to nobody. Not Percy nobody, actually NOBODY because nobody reads this.
Soooo, I should be able to rant on about boredom without people caring...
I guess I'll leave anyway.
On the bright side, I actually explained the pink sunglasses things to somebody. (Jen)

Oh, yes I did.
I'm shunning the people who don't know who this is. *shun, shun, shun*
Embrace the pink sunglasses. EMBRACE THEM.

*sighs loudly*

Terry: Hey! Ow. You sighed loudly RIGHT IN MY EAR.
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Sorry.
Terry: Took you a while.
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Sorry.
Terry: That took you longer.
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So-
Terry: Say sorry and I swear that I will kill you.
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Soooo, anyways, sorry to annoy you people. This is totally a nonserious...
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I forgot the word.
Todd: Post?
Yeah that. But, then again, half of what I post ISN'T serious in the first place except for that one and that took forever and made me tired and I regret posting it, but still...
So, basically I'm bored.
Scarlet: Again.
Again.
Yep.
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Someone do something entertaining.
Louis: *falls off the couch*
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Fail.
Louis: Ouch.
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We're wasting people's time.
Scarlet: Not really, just Jen's. She's the only one that reads this crap.
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True.
Terry: Why do you keep putting ... in front of everything you say???
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Mostly to annoy you. Also, because I'm deeply contemplating what I'm going to say next.
Sam: Pft.
What was that?
Sam: A noise of total and utter disbelief that you're actually thinking any of this through.
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True enough.
I saw Rio today. Did you know that Jane Lynch makes a cameo voice apperance as an annoying goose? My Mom was like, "That sounds like Sue!"
And I was like, "Woah, it does!"
Speaking of which, GLEE'S NEW THIS WEEK! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Sorry. Wrong blog for that....
I have to go to the bathroom.
Terry: *facepalm*
We could start another "Awkward Moment" game.
Scarlet: Or we could play spin the bottle.
Everyone: T.T (annoyed face, not crying, BTW)
Scarlet: What?
Louis: We could play eyespy-
Terry: NEVER AGAIN!!! LET'S JUST PLAY AWKWARD MOMENT!!!
O.O Whatever. The awkward moment when I'm not bored.
Scarlet: The awkward moment when I DON'T have the urge slap you.
Louis: The awkward moment when you're not mean.
Terry: The awkward moment when you actually decide to get up off the floor instead of just laying there like you have been for the past 10 minutes or however long we've been wasting our lives doing absolutely nothing.
Sam: The awkward moment when that isn't totally normal for us.
Todd: The awkward moment when Ally actually posts something on time.
The awkward moment when you DON'T repeat your old ideas when we're doing something like this.
Terry: The awkward moment when everyone stops arguing.
Scarlet: The awkward moment when the awkward moment.
Huh?
Scarlet: I just wanted it to stop.
*silence*
Scarlet: Can we play spin the bottle now?
*18 minutes later*
Terry: *hiding under the table*
Scarlet: *chasing Todd around with a pair of scissors*
Louis: *banging his head on the wall*
Sam: *trying to decide whether a half full/empty glass is half full or half empty*
Me: *washing my mouth out a gazzilion times with my toothbrush and disinfectant soap*
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE!
*20 minutes later*
*back where we started*
*sighs loudly*
Terry: WOULD YOU STOP SIGHING IN MY EAR???
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No.
Todd: *facepalm*

10 Things About Me

Okay, so, my friend...um...well, not sure exactly what she's called around here, Jen, suckishLEMONADE, any of those ring a bell??? I've linked to her blog before. She's basically really the only one who reads this/knows who I am, so yeah...
Anyways, she did this thing where you're supposed to write down ten things that you think no one knows about you and post them here. Apparently I'm one of the only people she knows on this site who didn't do it.
Half that reason was because I doubted I could think of ten things...well, I had another night time idea fest last night (that's when I get all my best ideas) and I managed to come up with ten so, for her, I'm posting them here. If you know them already, bite me, you're lucky I did this at all. (Sorry, it's WAY too early on a Saturday for me to be writing...)

1. My lamp is almost completely home-made. Seriously. I filled the bottom part with multicoloured gumballs and then moj-poj-ed the lamp shade (Man, did I spell that WRONG. Anyway, if you don't moj-poj-ing is when you take tissue paper and dip it in glue and then cover whatever it is you're covering. Then, when you're done, cover it with another layer of glue and it comes out looking really smooth, and shiny) and THEN hung strands of beads from it. Not kidding. I'm really proud of it...

2. I absolutely LOVE rain. There's just something about standing out in it and just getting totally soaked to the bone. You know, water has been circling this earth forever, in the water cycle, so, as somewhat gross as it sounds, people before you stood there and felt the same rain pouring down on them...it's just kind of amazing and magical to think about...

3. Red Vines.
xD Okay, not really, just kidding. That wasn't really #3. (Any of you that got that get a cookie.) Number three, is actually that I love oil pastels. They just blend together so well to make this whole new colour without shading or whatever. It's especially good with nature. One year, I made Valentine cards for my family (home-made cards is just a tradition at my house) and everyone got their own special mix. I was pretty proud of them. I actually even love it getting all over my fingers, but, word of the wise, don't touch the white tablecloth...

4. I despise my laugh. Hate it. Which sucks because I laugh A LOT.

5. Even though this may be TMI, I'm quite proud of this: I am able to fully dress and undress while still listening to my MP3. (i.e. PJs to clothes and vice-versa) You're thinking, not that impressive, right? Well, not with the speakers. With my earphones in. Which, let me tell you, isn't easy.

6. I love swings. I always have, which is weird because I hate heights and fast speeds but it just feels likes you're flying for that quick second before you're pulled back down to earth.

7. My clock is 7 minutes ahead so I'm always early. It just confuses everyone else. (It used to be only 6, but I got superstitious.)

8. I used to love pink. Loved it. My closet was the very DEFINITION of pink. One day I noticed how much pink I really had and began to clear my closet IMMEDIATELY. I've hated pink ever since because I believe it's a stereotypical girl colour and used way too often in EVERYTHING.

9. My favourite thing to get at DQ is an MnM Blizzard because I love how colourful the icecream looks blended together in one big rainbow swirl. (I love the end when you get to the bottom and there's just melted icecream and TONS of MnMs...mmmm....yum....)

10. Number 10 has gone missing. I honestly have NO CLUE what happened to it. I dunno...huh...oh well. Told you I wouldn't be able to think of all ten.

Happy now???
Now I have to go look for number ten...
Thank Castiel, Nerf guns, and cookies,
-Alice Rocker :D

A REAL blog entry: 2/15

Well, it occured to me that since this is a blog, I should actually be talking about stuff going on in my life right now, not that anybody reads it or anything, but still. At I least I can rant to myself.
Well, as you may know, yesterday was Valentine's day, and, as the hopeless romantic that I am, I don't really mind Valentine's day. The problem is that my friends all think that Valentine's day is stupid and commercial (which it is) but the sad part is, even if it IS commercial, some people are still trying to just let it be a day of love.
You know? The problem is, if people would just do random acts of love (like sending your girlfriend or wife flowers, or planning a fancy dinner and movie date) throughout the year, this holiday wouldn't be so commercial. Am I right?
I think Valentine's day IS commercial, but doesn't have to be and it's kind of stereotyping everyone into a broad generalization, saying that.
I guess, the people not reading this, but I seem to be talking to you anyway, that you're expecting some cute, fluffy story about MY Valentine's day, right?
...An...anybody? No?
Yeah, well, you got that right. I didn't even post anything especially fluffy on yesterday. I DID, however, get pizza and cheesecake, which makes me entirely too happy (especially considering I should probably be doing yoga, NOT sitting here writing this.)
Some of my friend even called it 'Death Day' I think or 'Doom Day.'
Speaking of my friends, nobody, I don't know why, but I'm feeling really lonely lately. Usually, when people treat me like I'm invisible (as they do most of the time) it just rolls off my back, but lately, I've just been depressed.
It seems like my old group of a few friends are finding a lot of new friends who seem to only tolerate me when my old friends around. Even some of my old friend pretty much ignore me now.
It seems like we never have a conversation involving everyone anymore. It's really sad. It's like...we're growing apart, into different groups of friends and everyone has a group to go to...except me...
I don't know why I'm wallowing in self-pity like this. That's not usually me, but I can't help feeling kind of bad. I just wonder...you know...am I really that awful?
I'm kind of a people pleaser, and you'd think people might want me around, even just to get me to do stuff, but usually they just kind of...well...I'm invisible to most people.
I have to work REALLY hard to get in on a conversation these days. When I got a cell phone for my past birthday, I thought, maybe, I'd be a little more....you know...connected. But actually, it just seemed to get worse.
*sighs* Sorry, for going down there, but I just...I have a really really little self-esteem, and I've been in my emo-hate-myself-I-suck corner entirely too much lately.
I mean, when I'm in math class, I've been struggling a little lately (more than usual) because when I ask for help from the people at my table, they're, like 5 problems ahead of me and don't want to help because I'm holding them back. It just...make me wonder...
What did I do to make them all...suddenly start acting like I'm invisble? Or have the plague...
I dunno. It would be better if I could read people I suppose. But, today, I was just sick of everyone ignoring me and really depressed. *sighs* *shrugs*
...next subject...
Did you know that this week is "Random Acts Of Kindness" week? I don't know if it's national or what, but my school, at least is doing it. We're supposed to be nominating people for doing random acts of kindness. But, I agree with my friend when she said that how can random acts of kindness be, well, random when we're monitering them??? EXACTLY!
It's like when my youth director, Todd, (not that Todd. Todd: Bonjour. Me: Yeah, not HIM the OTHER Todd.) started saying that love depends on such and such and had this theory all laid out.
I just...don't get that. Love isn't a formula. It can't be solved by math, or by science. Love just...is. It's amazing, it's spontaneous, it's unpredictable, it's heart wrenching, it's beautiful, love...makes the world go round.
Speaking of love, I also don't get why some church's don't let gay guys in. What the heck? I thought we were supposed to be the loving, caring, open ones? What happened?
You know, when the bible says we're made in God's image, that means, guys, girls, and gay guys and lesbians too! It is not a sin, it's love, and it's beautiful.
So what if they're a little different? Aren't we all? If we were all the same, the world would be entirely too boring.
Does anyone (whoops, forgot I'm talking to nobody. Ah, well...) know if gay marriage is legal anywhere? Sorry, just wondering...
Okay, new subject. The Egypt thing. Okay, so, like, Egypt, from what I've heard (not much) is having a really peaceful revolution. They're fighting for they're democracy...peacefully. How amazing is that?
Being the tree-hugger I am, I think we should totally take this example and use it. I'm not sure if that's all the story, but that's what I heard.
Then, the Grammys. I...I...well, I didn't watch them...so, why am I mentioning them?
...Beaver Boy.
I hate him with all my heart, and it's kind of hard for me to hate you. I spent the weekend avoiding the movie theatre at all costs because his new stupid, idiotic movie came out.
The reasons I hate him are:
-He's full of himself
-His favorite colour's purple (just another hint that he's gay and just won't come out. Which annoys me.)
-He sings like a girl.
The other night, I accidently Justin Beibered myself. I was listening to the radio on my MP3 player when this song came on, and I was like, 'wow, this chick sucks,' then I realized it was Beaver and through my headphones to the ground (which may, or may not of have broken them. Good job, Beiber, you screwed up my headphones. Thanks a lot.) and fell out of bed.
See how this is his fault?
I'm so stubborn, I refuse to add 'Beiber' to my computer's dictionary.
*sighs*
Ugh, so gym started back up on Monday and my legs are SOOOO sore. I took Advil, but it's not working. It hurts to walk and move and everything. We're doing basketball which isn't exactly the sport to play if you're uncoordinated. (Like me.) So far we're just doing show-off-y tricks that only work when you know HOW to play. Stupid.
Ooh, well, just a few weeks ago, I got a gold on my band-music-solo-competition!!! =D My mom got me roses, but now they're kind of dead...yeah...
Well, there's a new Glee on tonight (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!), and I still have to do yoga. (Meh...)
So, I guess I'll go now. I finally perfected (ish) my signature. I kind of like it.
Anyways, this ends my first normal blog entry.
Smile some, laugh more, love the most.
Rock on.
-Alice (Ally) Rocker (:

The Awkward Moment

KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!!!
Scarlet: The awkward moment when I slap you so hard you forget who Kurt is.
The awkward moment when you realize you CAN'T slap me hard enough for me to forget Kurt.
Scarlet: The awkward moment when you annoy me so much I go all schizo on yo' butt.

Louis: The awkward moment when you ACTUALLY let me out of the closet.

The awkward moment when you realize as you walked out of the closet, you walked right into a really small cage instead.
Terry: The awkward moment when the cage turns into jelly beans.

Scarlett: The awkward moment when I eat all the jelly beans.

Todd: The awkward moment when you actually get something done on time.

The awkward moment when you aren't single.

Scarlet: The awkward moment when that isn't a burn.

Scarlett: The awkward moment when I stop talking!

Louis: The awkward moment when Scarlet calls Ally 'efficient.'
Scarlet: The awkward moment when you FINALLY fix the freaking futon.
Terry: The awkward moment when Jen stops tackling me.
Scarlet: The awkward moment when you're not gay anymore.
Terry: Hey!
Sam: The awkward moment when you two realize you're both vampires and can't really hurt each other.
Scarlet: The awkward moment when I DON'T kill you for saying that.
The awkward moment when when Taylor Swift goes back to January instead of December.
Scarlett: The awkward moment when Christinna Perry sings about a bucket of hearts.
The awkward moment when Todd actually gets off his butt and does something.
Todd: The awkward moment when you don't annoy the hello out of me.
Scarlet: The awkward moment when you stop obsessing over Glee.
Terry and me: The awkward moment when you're not mean to Pedro.
Louis: The awkward moment when the Cowboys actually win a game for once.
The awkward moment when Jake lets me hug him.
Terry: The awkward moment when Bruno Mars won't catch a grenade for you.
The awkward moment when Horton is only loyal 99% of the time.
Scarlet and Todd: The awkward moment when you aren't a geek.
The awkward moment when you people all shut up and go away.
Lewis: The awkward moment when I start talking.
Everyone: O.O
Lewis: HA! I WIN!
*rolls eyes*
Heh, yay...for random pictures...yeah...don't...don't ask...