YEAHYA. I'm Special, And I Taste Better Than Watermelons.

Aren't these the most amazing boots ever?

*Sigh* And to think: These wonderful things were almost mine. But Eeshie is a stupid person, so I ended up not getting them. *Sigh*

I did, however, get this awesome peacoat! And the hipster necklace! (Olivia/Mischeif Managed is wearing out on me. Ha!) Ignore my ugliness, and the annoying hair, and whatever else makes the picture unflattering. Focus on the coat.

Awesome, indeed.

Anyway, I put up a big World Map in my room. Check it:

Wonderful. I will know be able to learn the countries...in my sleep.

I'm a wonderful child! Ishashime has tagged me on a survey-like thingy. Sooooooooo, here it goes!


Food- Oh you are one funny child. Like I'm supposed to pick just one? At this very second, I'm craving some cookie dough ice cream. Also, some monkey, with a bit of elephant on the side. Yummy.

Color- All of them! The colors never did anything to me -- how can I go against them all? But I guess I like purple. And green. And blue. And orange. And -- ya see what you've done?

Animal- When I was little, my favorite animal was a baboon. Then, I saw a picture of one. A real one. It is no longer my favorite animal. Now, I guess it'd  have to be Perry the Platypus. Or cats. Cats are cool.

Sports Team- I don't know. I don't exactly follow sports. So...I guess I don't really give a crap.

Dessert- *Sigh* I thought we went through this when you asked me what my favorite food was. Again, I can't pick just one!

Actor/Singer/Band- At this moment? Well, guys are on my mind, so:
           Actor: Leonardo Di Caprio/Taylor Lautner (Hotness)
           Singer: Jesse McCartney (Hotness)
           Band: Hmmmm...

Pair of Shoes- I'm freaking obsessed with sandals, heels, boots, and pretty much anything other than sneakers.

Outfit- That question is wayyyyyy too hard.

Skinny Jeans- ...I don't get it. How do I answer this question? Is it even a question? Is this question asking me what my favorite skinny jeans are? That's a darned stupid question!

Brand- I guess Coach. AND FOSSIL. OMG. FOSSIL IS AMAZING. *regains composure* But yeah, I really love Fossil.

Perfume- I don't know. Anything that smells nice, and doesn't make me puke on impact. I hate those overbearing perfumes/colognes people wear. They make me feel so nauseous. Don't wear Axe around me!
Accessory- If you've seen me recently, you know I like all things jewelry. Be it rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings. Especially rings. Ohhhhh...my lovely, lovely rings. I cannot leave the house without at least one ring and one bracelet.

City- Psh. Obviously, New York City. Duh. Psh. Duh. I live here. Psh.

Hobby- Writing, blogging, talking, walking, conjugating irregular verbs in Spanish, playing Pictionary with Superman, teaching my imaginary dog how to fly, dancing with Chace Crawford, creating new fonts for Microsoft Word, teaching Rebecca Black how to sing -- I could go on.

Beauty Product- Lip gloss! And also, shampoo/conditioner. I could spend a whole day just washing my hair.

Snack- Whatever my stomach demands.

Holiday- EID!

Movie- I really can't pick just one. OH WELL.

Song- I really can't pick just one for this either. TOO BAD.

Guilty Pleasure- Blogging when I really should be doing my homework. Like, right now.

Tagging Blogs- Oh. Oh no. I can't. I just can't pick my favorite blogs. ALL OF THEM ARE SO WONDERFULLY MADE AND SO DELICIOUS! *Sigh* This will be a problem. Please standby.

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I'm back. I just put all of the blogs I follow and many more that I enjoy reading on little slips of paper and put them all in a bowl. Then, I closed my eyes and picked four. These are the ones I picked, and shall be tagging. But again, all of you're blogs keep me awake at night, because they're just too good for me to stop reading. So, in no particular order, the tagging goes to...

Christopher! I mean That Blond Guy from The Nerd Archives. Don't tell him I said this, but his blog has made me laugh so hard one time that I started snorting milk out of my nose. Shh! But his blog is so hilariously amazing, and at the same time can be so deep and contemplative, that he totally deserves to get tagged.

Natalie from A Natalie Moment. She always thinks that she's bothering us by telling us about her life, but we're not bothered at all, Natalie! In fact, we lovvvve your blog. The thing I like most about Natalie's blog is that she makes everyday things prettier and funnier. I don't even know how to describe this. You're just going to have to see this blog for yourself.

Trixie from This Fare City of Portland, Oregon. I'm not going to lie -- last week I abandoned all my homework and studying to read Trixie's past posts. It's kiiiind of addictive. And by kind of, I mean very. It's just so...so...so funny! I love her blog so much! Her blog is an account of all the wackiness that goes on in her cab. And trust me, there's a lot of wackiness. Which in turn, makes a funny story, and is kind of an adventure in itself.

Ryan Mace from Music=Love and Life. This blog is indescribably amazing. This guy, Ryan Mace, is such an amazing poet. This poem in particular is my absolute favorite. Read it, read it, read it, read it! READ IT NOW!

Don't worry, folks. I'm sure there'll be plenty of more time for me to tag more people in future posts. I'm not going anywhere. And I hope you aren't, either.

In other news, I finished The Hunger Games on Sunday, April 3rd, 2011, around 9:17 p.m. It was an amazing, amazing read. I loved that book so much that I'm going to keep it until my pedophile librarian Mr. Lucas (we remember him, don't we?) demands it back. And I won't go down without a fight. I adored that book. I went shopping on Saturday and brought it with me. I went to Islamic class on Saturday and Sunday at mosque and brought it with me. I went to the hospital to see someone and brought it with me. I went to my cousin's house and brought it with me. I did not put that book down until I was done. It was too good.

Unfortunately for me, I hated the end. Hated it! If I didn't know that there were two more books left to read, I'd be hunting Suzanne Collins down by now. Hunting her. And when I would find her nestled comfortably in bed, I would snatch her up by the collar and demand her to either change the ending or write another book. Fortunately for her, there is another book. Catching Fire. And I must, must, must get a hold of that book before I go completely insane.

I'm on the brink, you know. Of going insane? When I reached the end of The Hunger Games, and read the small little End of Book One, I was breathing hard. And I was gripping the book tightly. And I was swallowing. And I stared at the book for about thirty seconds. Then, I threw the book across the room from where I was sitting on my bed, and it smashed into the wall and bounced off before sliding onto my couch. And still, I was breathing hard. It took me about five minutes to regain my normal state. Finally, when I cooled down, I let out a frustrated little, "Ugh!" And then I left my room to shake myself from The Hunger Games train of thought.

It didn't leave my mind, of course. I left the room in search of my brother, Yns, so I could tell him allllllll about my frustration with the book. My brother wasn't home, so I used my mother as a replacement. It just wasn't the same. She heard me say, "killing," and it was all over.

"I don't want to hear about this book!"

Oh, Mother...