Just Some Henna

I think I may have an unhealthy obsession with henna.  Like, it's getting out of HAND.

My sense of humor sucks.

This is what happens when I have too much time to waste in Science.

Blogging Rivals

The unthinkable has happened.

My dad has officially started a blog.

I don't know why I encouraged him to do it. . . I didn't really think it through.

Anyways, we are currently blog rivals, mostly because he keeps giving me pointless updates on what's going on with his blog.

Apparently some famous dude tweeted out a link to my dad's blog, and he's been internet famous ever since.  I don't really comprehend how that happens, considering normal people can't understand his posts unless they understand Ruby and HTML coding language like my brother and somewhat me.

Basically his blog is a microcosm of nerdity and things normal people aren't interested in.

You're welcome for the free advertising, dad.

Titles Are Irrelevant To This Post

The Devil called. . .

He wants his page-views back.

That's it.

Erm. . . I don't know what to say, so I suppose I'll just describe what's going on at the moment.

It's currently midnight and I just turned in my english essay about three minutes before it was due.  I don't think I've ever procrastinated that badly in my entire life.

Man I'm so out of it right now.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go google pictures of unicorns wearing sombreros.

In Which Audrey Explains Why She Can't Sleep

My brother sleep-talks nightly.  It's really annoying.  I figured I'd rant about it on here, because obviously EVERYONE on the internet cares about the things my little brother sleep-talks about.  Which happens to be. . .

Pokémon.

Every.  Freaking.  Night.

**Le List of Things I Heard my Little Brother Say Whilst Being Asleep**

Brother:  *loud thump*  OW!

Brother:  . . .

Brother:  GEEZ!

Brother:  THAT'S A HUGE POKÉMON!

Brother:  . . .

Brother:  Oh wait, that's a Smurf.

And then that other time. . .

Brother:  *incomprehensible mumbling*

Dad:  I'll take the blue one.

Brother:  Wait, you want the Bulbasaur?

Dad:  The Toyota.

Brother:  *Incomprehensible mumbling*

Dad:  Thanks.

And of course the time he was engaged in a deep conversation about Masterballs in a German accent.

How could I forget that?

Anyways, this post is probably gonna be the first of many about my little brother's ridiculous sleep-talking, so be warned.

Don't even get me started on his sleep-walking.

Playing The Guitar With a Certain Celebrity

If you didn't live in the 80's, you've probably never heard of the band "Air Supply."

Here's one of their songs:

Like most people, I had never heard of them. . . until I got a free guitar lesson (which was more like a showcase of songs) from their guitar player, Graham Russel.

When I first saw him, I was basically expecting to see this:

He's the blonde one.

I guess I didn't really grasp the whole "aging" concept.

I was really surprised when I saw an old man wearing gold rings, all black, and really tight pants  walk up to me and say, "How do you do."  To be honest, I was a little suspicious of him at first, and not just because he was british.

But he was actually a pretty decent person.

He played some songs for us, taught us the parts of the guitar, and taught us a total of ONE chord, assuming none of us were musically talented.

After telling him I could play guitar, he insisted that I show him a song I knew, so I played this song for him:

I was pretty proud of myself for not fainting in the middle of it.  My hands were shaking so badly I could hardly play at all, and I was so scared I was gonna mess up that I really got no enjoyment out of it whatsoever.

I'm pretty sure he wasn't impressed, because when I finished, he slowly took the guitar away from me and started playing again as if he hadn't heard anything.  I'm pretty sure he was mentally face-palming.

YOU DARE TAKE THE GUITAR AWAY FROM AUDREY???!!!!!!

Long story short, it was a pretty awesome experience, that I'm pretty sure will never happen again in my entire life.

Oh!  He also gave me a british guitar pick.

I feel so sophisticated.

The Revolters

For the first time in my life, I don't know what to blog about.

o.o

I figured I'd talk about this comic-book series I've been making for a while now.

Hopefully you guys like it.

The series is called The Revolters, and it's got a pretty awesome sic-fi storyline.  Think Doctor Who, but not British, therefore not as cool.

It's set in the year 2115, in a post-apoctalyptic earth, which was invaded by aliens a couple years before.  All humans have been either enslaved, or transformed into abnormal alien beings.  The attacking aliens are a dying species, so they're trying to transform other species (humans) into themselves in order to save their race.  Oh, and they call themselves Kaleens, and look a lot like the Ood from Doctor Who.

As you can see, it's still under progress. . .

My mom is currently blasting Minecraft music downstairs.

I don't know what my life is. . .

The Worst Type Of Betrayal

Some people may be aware that I used to be a contributor on this Disney Blog, run by Matthew Burns.

*Breathes slowly to build up dramatic effect*

I will attempt to contain myself as I recall this story. . .

So there I was, checking my blogger dashboard like a sexy person. . .

When I noticed something missing from my dashboard. . .

I only had one blog.

One.

GAAAH!!!  MATTHEW MUST PERISH IN FLAMES!!!!!

I am going to kill you.

Anyways, after brutally murdering Matthew in my head for a day, I finally decided to sort the situation out.

My efforts of gaining my spot on the blog back were futile.  Apparently "Stories of FOUR Disney Freaks" didn't sound as good as "Stories of THREE Disney Freaks."

-__-

So. . . yeah.

Anyone wanna start a blog?

School Logic

A small disclaimer:  I actually really like school.

This post was inspired by a certain person blogging about the similarities between communism, and our school system.  Surprisingly, there's a lot of similarities.

Anyways, here's a visual list of things I could see the school system saying.

Enjoy :D

School System:  Oh!  You wore a hat to school?  You're obviously a terrorist.

School System:  Oh!  You want to go on Wiki Answers?  Sorry, you're obviously looking for porn.

School System:  Oh!  You want to go on Tumblr?  But you also want good grades?

HAHAHA, that's a funny joke.

School System:  Oh!  You have five textbooks, a laptop, an instrument, three binders, and a coat you have to bring to school every day?

Here's a string bag.

School System:  Oh!  You have a library fine?  You're obviously a psycho criminal.  No yearbook for you!

Someone get this menace off the streets!

School System:  Oh!  You want to eat healthy?  Here's a leaf and some rubber.

School System:  Oh!  You can't fit everything in your string bag?  Here's a preschool-sized cubby.

School System:  Oh!  You want to go on Youtube, where there's lots of distractions and multiple sketchy things?

Go ahead.  Here's the link.

School System:  We gave you internet.  Why are you failing school?

Anyways, hope you liked :) Cya