Wesley Snipes is NOT Hot

So I was watching a youtube video, and this kid said that Phillip Seymour Hoffman would make a good penguin. I agree, don't you?

Word of the Post: heinous

Has the blogging world gone to hell? I think so! Mom posted, but Beana and Aunt Blair have been skipping days! And don't even get me started with you, Alexis! And me, I skipped, too! What is wrong with people? What has the world come to when people have something better to do than talk about themselves on an internet diary with an audience of 5 or less?

In the words of a wise gay Cuban, "Oh. Muh. G-awd."

Even he thinks it's heinous.



Anyway, I've decided to disregard my stupid self-made holidays, since nobody but myself felt the need to celebrate! Sure, I got a few "Oh, happy WWFFD!" from some individuals, but would anyone have even remembered had I not made a stink about it? I've got the answer to that, my friends. That's a big fat NO. No, no, no, no, NOOO! NOO! Nooooo! No!!!! Na-hooooe!! (think back to the scene in Bruce Almighty when he's reporting on the boat. "Erooding! Erodiiing!!...")

Zeus is biting his tail viciously. That's not a good sign. Maybe some of that Venom stuff from Spiderman got on there! I can see it now..."Here, Zeus. Come here, boy. Want some cheese?" AND THIS IS WHAT I SEE WHEN HE TURNS AROUND!


Sure he changed from a Great Dane to a Chihuahua, but that's what Venom does to you! Just say no to Venom, so you don't turn into a Chihuahua, or worse, develop a liking for sauerkraut!

"NOOO Billy! Not the sauerkraut!"

Well, I have to go and do something. I don't know what, but something. Lindsey wants "a turn". Apparently I've been on the computer "a long time".

BURN.

I mean, WAH.

It's Foomas, Everyone!!!

Wooooooohooooo!

It's the day you've all been waiting for! The first of my series of my "holidays that actually matter"!Screw Christmas, Independence Day, and Boxing Day (Canada)! Readers, IT'S WWFFD! A day to appreciate the wonderful band that is The Foo Fighters! Woot woooot! Get pumped, shake it, do whatever you do to celebrate!



Word of the Post: prodigy

Well, there is pretty much nothing to talk about. I'm going to clean my room (god help me), read, copy CDs (Panic! At the Disco's Pretty.Odd and Eminem's Encore) that I got from the library to my computer (tisk tisk), write Alexis back (only person who writes me letters!!!),and pretty much nothing. Maybe I'll talk to my Vietnamese friend on Imeem. Meh.

Hey, I know what I'll do. Since I made all those holidays, I'll make a calendar. Don't know how, but I will anyay. Then, later tonight, Lindsey and I are going to watch some of our favorite old cartoons like Catscratch and My Life as a Teenage Robot that never come on anymore.

Maybe I'll even right a poem to read at a beat poetry reading like in So I Married and Axe Murderer. "Woman. Wooah. Man..." Let's see what I can come up with.

(bass player in the background...*a buhm buhm buhm buppa buhm buhm buuhmmmm...)
Flat...
You -Lence
Eminaaa-ting. Eminate.
Your od-or caused by eating
Maaaaaagical...fruits.
Magical, mag-...
ical.
Beans...and meats *snap* *snap*
OH!
Silence...deadliness,
I
Fart.
Does not matter!
that passerby!
Pass.
Out!
I
Fart.
It is
my.
art.


Wow. I'm a child prodigy.

It dissapoints me that none of my family readers have decided to celebrate Foomas by way of even mentioning it in their blogs. Maybe they just haven't blogged yet. Who knows? Not me. Maybe I'll ask that one guy who sleeps on our lawn.

Alright, I'm off. *reads post* God, I'm boring. Gur.

It's 7 AM and Awake Writing This Post

I have decided to move World Wide Foo Fighter day until tomorrow due to my being notified that it was Gorgeous Grandma day according to the Kitchen Creations calendar. And, do you argue with the almighty Kitchen Creations calendar? ...well, do you argue with God, or in some cases, Bill? No. You don't. But now I will be expecting full observation, people. FULL. OBSERVATIONAL. BEHAVIOURS. Thank you.

Word of the Post: it's too early for vocabulary.

What shall I have for breakfast? Let's see. Cereal? No, there is enough left that I can still have some another day. Beef and bean burrito? No, don't want gas on Foomas Eve, now do we? Lindsey? *silence* Tempting, but I guess I really shouldn't jump to cannibalism when there are perfectly yummy frozen pancakes.

So I have decided that since I have the power to make a WORLD WIDE holiday, why not make some more? I'm going to create new holidays, call me crazy...you'll fit right in! >.<

July 23rd- World Wide Foo Fighter Day

August 18th- High School Freshman Day

[September 1st- this is already a holiday...The Kaulitz twins' birthday!!!]

September 10th- Germany Tag

Ocotber 16th- Those Things on the End of Your Shoelaces Day

November 5th- Love Your Navel Day

December28th- Day of All Things Toasty

This is just for this year. I plan to have one for every month, but I'll think of more later.

But for today, it's Gorgeous Grandma day! Shiaaoo!!

I love you grandma!!! And all the other gorgeous grandmas out there! Though you all stink in comparison to mine!

Now let's have a parade.


Thanks for reading, I'm Frita Livery with Random Insanity! Mark your calendars, don't forget about the new holidays, always say no, wipe thoroughly...

I have decided that, by the power invested in me, (who cares if I really have no invested power? Not me. I like pretending.) tomorrow, July 23rd, shall be worldwide Foo Fighter day! Get ready to party your Monkey Wrench off!!! I expect everyone to observe this prestigious holiday!

Word of the Post: brood

I feel accomplished. I now know two full Tokio Hotel songs in German by heart and lots of bit and pieces of other German ones. So Glückwünsche an mich, I guess.

I am listening to a playlist of Tokio Hotel songs, actually. It's on Imeem. I like Imeem. I have a Veitnamese friend on Imeem. Anyway, I love how in Beichte, Bill goes "lalalala". It's rather...breath-taking.

Sorry I'm boring today. I think it's just the degrading, annoying, makes-me-want-to-jump-off-the-roof-in-a-spiderman-costume-into-a-vat-of-radioactive-skunk-spray-and-curdled-milk-mix-with-a-dash-of-arsenic-pudding (c)rap music that's BLASTING THROUGH THE ENTIRE HOUSE. It must be melting my brain, for I find that when I am stuck here, listening to this profanityfest, all I can do is brood over the fact that if I made everyone else listen to any of my screamo, punk rock,etc. I would get yelled at, while other people *sings* having no freaking discipline, or consequence for anything they do. Never get in trouble when the rest of us have to suffer. Doo dah doo dah day, doo dah doo dah day...

I have found a handful of people to be very...self-absorbed.

Okay I really can't take it anymore. I have to go somewhere else. Sorry for the dissapointment that is this post, but I can't hear myself think, let alone attempt to be funny. D'ohnt forget about tomorrow!

[Now, where is that Spidey suit...]

It's Called the Law of You Wear a Beanie in a Hundred Degree Weather

Pshh, story of my life. That Professor McGonagal is so anal.

Word of the Post: monger

Anywho...

So it was 100 degrees...Farenheit, not Kalvin, but my hair was gross looking. I decided to wear my green beanie that says, "Everyone loves an Irish Girl". Some lady stopped me in Publix to ask me whether I had gotten it in Florida or in Ireland. I said, "Actually, I got it on my air balloon trip to Beaver Lick, Kentucky. Have you been there?"

She slowly backed away into the storeroom.

What does the girl who sits around all day with nothing better to do than practice French for about three hours and read novels about Russian orphans with amnesia write about. Nothing, that's what. And I bet the girl who is studying to become a cheesemonger doesn't have the most interesting blog either.

"Dear Blog,

Today we continued with our "Around the World in 80 Cheeses" program. Today, we did Mauritania! That Caravane is one interesting (and tasty, I might add ^.^) specimen! It's made from camel milk, but is low in lactose. I have to say that while this was a rather enthralling sample, I still feel that the Chhena of Bangladesh is deserves my loyalty!..."

Well, until next time, freaks.

[NOTE: the views, opinions, and everything else expressed in Random Insanity do reflect the actual views, opinions, and everything else of the author, so get over it if you're offended]

Boring

I know what you're thinking!
Why are Saltine Crackers so good? And no, I don't mean white people in the ocean.

Word of the post: jovial

So I was thinking, some of you (like how I say some of you, when I know perfectly well that a grand total of two to three people read my blog?) may have an unexpressed interest in interpretive dance. You, then, should go here. It could be extremely beneficial to you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOhycSTFa2c


You can thank me via comment.

Well, today has been void of...anything really. I don't get why everyone (myself included) always complains during the school year and can't wait until summer. We always expect jovial laziness and long trips to the beach, but do we ever know what to do with ourselves without the constant bother of homework or projects over our heads? I guess what my real question here is...WHY IS IT TAKING FOREVER FOR SCHOOL TO START??!! I am sooo excited, anxious and nervous about it...and the stupidest thing is that my biggest worry has to do with me being like Cady in Mean Girls and eating lunch in the bathroom! But I am so excited to start my dance class. We get to choose two different types of dance and study them. I'm going to pick lyrical and some other one, probably theater, that was on the list. But I think lyrical is beautiful. Hehe, funny how this all comes back to dance, isn't it. (Seriously, it really wasn't a big deal for me to find you that video. It's OK. Consider it a gift.) I have my orientation soon anyway, so stay tuned for that.

All royt, Sheilas. Ahm gunna be going nowr. Thoynks fur reading this powst on...Random Insanity *suspenseful background music, camera guy swearing, "calm down, have some vegemite..."*

First Blog

Okay, so...first blog...*awkward silence*

Word of the post: inevitable

What to expect from Random Insanity:



-Me trying to be funny and failing 99.9384756643848575989999990999 percent of the time.

-Lots of me rambling on about stuff you probably couldn't care less about.

-An overall psycho vibe.



But hey, that's me. If you don't like it, then GET THE HELL OUT! Hehe, I can say hell now, my mommy said so!

OH MY GOD.


I just accidentally navigated away from the page and lost my whole entry.
Gar. I guess I'll have to rewrite it. *Breathe, breathe, learn from your mistakes*

I just got back from a bike ride. It was nice; me riding around the neighborhood five times with Tokio Hotel blasting in my ears... *sigh*

But I realized something on that just-over-twenty-minute bike ride. It's that you can figure out where you are if you take a good bike ride around. For instance, if you have to dodge gargantuan pothole every fifth second, and you are listening to the sound of bullets and rap music with the occasional bum shouting "FREE KWAME", you can safely bet money that you are in "The D". I, however, was slightly more fortunate in my riding. I concluded that I was indeed in Florida due to the inevitable stink of swamp sometimes invaded by a wiff of barbecue. Another thing that helped was my discovery of the bugs between my teeth upon my arrival home.

Alas, now comes a period of time where I must bid you all farewell. Auf wiederhesen my fellow bloggers and nerds. I shall miss you all dearly.

I thank you for reading this chapter of Random Insanity. Tune in next time for more utterly idiotic fun!