With a Wonder and Wild Desire

I'm gonna start off by saying Flogging Molly makes me extremely happy.

Anyways, my last blog talked about my school issues and Gerard Butler. And while Gerard Butler is still amazing, my school issues have gotten worse. Between being constantly questioned about why I am dropping this English class and the confusion about what class I'm going to take instead, I'm about to give up. I've been on and off the phone with Ohio University's counselor about what classes I can take, and what I might not be able to take. And my last chance is to take an Introduction to Communic Disorders class. Which is 5 credit hours, going to be completely boring, and just add on to the stress that is in my mind right at this moment. So, tomorrow after my art class, I am going to go into a random class that I am not yet enrolled in and hope that the teacher allows me to stay. It's gonna be a great experience. Much too stressful for my mind to be happy with.

So anyways, I left off with movies. Well, Thursday after my communications class, I head back home to get ready to go to Nelsonville with Soontar to watch another free outdoor concert. And although these guys were hill-billy like, their music wasn't bad. During intermission we head over to get some tea and sit on a wall, where we talk about what the plans were for after concert. We decided to train me in the art of making UFO's back at Soontar's parents place. We make a dinky fire, eat some coffee beans (due to lack of chocolate for smores), and discovered that there ARE baby hummingbirds. And they come out at night because they have nothing better to do. We made some UFO's and I had the best flight so decided to stop so I didn't ruin it. So we sat around the burning out fire, where we fall asleep like hobos around a trashcan. And apparently there were some crazy noises in some bushes that I was totally oblivious to, but we had dog to save us from bears. We head back in freezing, have some tea to warm us up, and head back into town to drop me off at my house so I can sleep.

I'm going to stop writing about my life right now, and just randomly start ranting about the VMA's. So, why do hip hop writers think they are good? Because clearly, right now they are proving to me that they will forever suck. I have no clue what you are saying besides the normal talking about girls, sex, alcohol and all that "cool" stuff. And why is it that we are STILL in mourning for Michael Jackson? Eminem, you just said that he would be proud of you for winning that award.. Really?
And another thing, I will admit that I was a fan of the Twilight books, but the movie was horrible. I will also admit that I am excited for the New Moon movie. But the reasoning behind that is that its the "werewolf" movie. Which means a bunch of really hot werewolf characters running around with their shirts off, panting like dogs. Now, there is nothing wrong with that. Frankly, I really really wished and hoped that somehow, the Voulturi would have killed Edward. I mean, the conversation in the begining between the two main characters is:

Bella: How long have you been doing that? Coming through my window at night?
Edward: Uhm, only the past few months.
Bella: So, you've been stalking me? That's hot, lets have sex now.
Edward: But I'm a vampire, I could kill you.
Bella: Oh well, I love you so much that I would rather die than be without you.
Edward: Alright.

BAM. BABY TIME.

And she just threw Jake to the side. So, Edward, your a creeper. Jake, I'm on your team.

VMA rant still going. Lady Gaga, you annoy me. But the thing that annoys me more than you, is your outfit that you are wearing at the moment. You are scaring me, at first I thought it could either be an extremely awesome outfit, or an extremely horrible. I decided, it was extremely horrible. "This trophy I just got, is for the gods and the gays" Alright..

Pink, I am for some reason unable to take my eyes away from your acrobatic skills flying through the air. Kudos for that.

I'm done for now..

So, back to my life. Friday night, Soontar and I headed out to the cabin where we watched a funny british tele show. Made a fire, got really really pruny in the hottub, watched some Shaun of the Dead. Watched some of the great hit movie, The Fly (Starring, the wife from Beetlejuice and the guy who got his legs eaten by a T-rex in Jurassic Park). What a rush.
Dinner consisted of junk food. Oreos and smores. And although it was mighty unhealthy, it was also mighty delicious. Waking up yet again to a hungry friend wanting coco wheats, I wake up and made breakfast. After eating food, I head back to snooze for a bit. Sorta sleeping, sorta not, we later decided it was time to head out. I went home, took me a shower, lvl'd up to 30, then headed to Cindy's house to watch the OSU game. Blah.

(Russel Brand... I love you)(Brittany Spears, I hate you)(Beyonce, I don't like you, but you did a good thing....)(Michael Jackson, you were good 50 years ago.)

I finally arrived and watched some game. Talked some talk. Bonded with some friends. Fell out of a tree. Walked another death march. Came dangerously close to being thrown in a big white rapist van. Then fell asleep, upside down, on cindy's couch.

Waking up ungodly early on a Sunday morning, I go home and clean some cages of animals. Feeling dead tired, I slept some more good winks then head on out to Old Mans Cave with Soontar, where we were almost killed by a ginormous horde of wasps, and I came pretty close to killing some people with twigs I threw off the side of a cliff. I broke alot of park rules like picking some flowers (destruction of plants), breaking some twigs (destruction of wildlife), throwing things off the side of cliffs, wondering from the trails, climbing on big rocks (away from trails) and probably more that I can't think of at the moment. After our dangerous adventure, we headed to Bob Evans where we got some food to please my talkative stomach (which IS in fact a "He"). I ate some meatloaf and pumpkin bread, had some hot chocolate, and stuffed my stomach up so much, that it won't talk for a few days. After eating we went back to my house to drop me off where we said our goodbye's then I went straight to the computer to update my blog and decide to see why everyone is so upset by the VMA's.

Jay-z-Pull up your pants.
Alicia- can you find any bigger hoop earrings?
Russel Brand- I love you.
Michael Jacksons dreams inspired the world? What? (Sorry Mike.. I really like you. I have had to imitate your dancing moves for years. But your death is over-talked about.)

Tweet. I like how when I rant, my English level goes down. I can notice it, and it makes me laugh. I know I had some cynical things in this post, but it's late. Which means my level of caring is also down, and my level of angry can go up or down extremely fast because I'm tired. So, you've been informed.

3oh!3, You make me dance.