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Take The Time Travel Test at HelloQuizzy

... why does this result remind me so much of Back to the Future? The Car you say? Why, I think you're right.

Sen. Barack Obama is the next President. Oh, how I'll yearn for Mrs. Palin's escapades to be reported on CNN.

I'm just glad it's all over.

And, since I'm sleepy, have a stomach ache that causes me to vomit un-estimated amounts, and eyes that won't focus nicely, I'm going to forgo writing an even more crap entry than it should be about today-yesterday. Yeah, yeah, whatever; maybe I'll edit this one tomorrow.

So, after finally noticing that this little brown monster-thingy was so insanely popular around here, I took the initiative and googled 'Domo-kun.' The name of which I copied and pasted from an icon comm, heh. I read the narrative-like entry in wikipedia - yeah, that one detailing his past and current friendships - thinking, He (oh, yes, I think this character deserves THE capitalization...) was this recognized!? And alternately, curious about who the hell writes these things. 

My excuse would be this: I do not keep up with anything. At All. It will all eventually get lost in the desert that could be described as my mind. 

But, I'm amazed that this plushie/character is so renowned; Is it the wonderful growls' I'm sure he makes on his television shorts?

And, I have for like, the third time in a row, stayed up ALL night doing Hades knows what - HP fanfiction, icons. Only this time I can't jump into my enticing bed at 9 am; I've got the dreaded chiropractic appointment to go to. Woe. Woe is me, man.

Dad is once again wanting to sell our currently unsellable house and move on down to Belmont. Why? According to him they've got better Mortgage rates and since we can no longer afford much of anything anymore (read: poor) it's a great choice. I would be inclined to agree with him - as mother is, too - except for the fact that all of those times times they've put this house on the market (read: once), and even with assistance from my Real Estate Agent Aunt Ginger (heh, sounds like an esteemed title), not one person was interested. Plus, it's been appraised to be around $320,000; for a 17 year old, 4-story house, a paint job that only looks passable at a glance, and with no semi-nice additions, that's an expensive ticket.

My Gran-Pappy phoned around 6pm with the request that my father tune into a supposedly Sci-Fi show called, "The Big Bang Theory," at 8 o'clock. I might've watched it with him, except I promptly forgot about it thirty minutes later. Eh, what can say?

Anyway, Dad comes up to my room 40 minutes into 8 baring the news that my poor Grandpa misread the title in the TvGuide; the correct one being, "The Big Bang Theory: Guys Battle for Love," or something of that nature. I forgot.

So as I'm laughing my ass off and consequently imaging men batting for the love of each other, my Dad's bemoaning the fact that his father's gotten this senile, can't read a title in the extra-large!TvGuide flawlessly, and actually watched 5 minutes of TBBT before realizing it wasn't what he was expecting. At that moment, I upped the volume and shrieking intensity of my laugh because I was envisioning my Grandpa staring in utter disgust at men in speedos... erm...battling on the television screen and going, "What the hell is this crap! I thought this was the Big Bang theory!" Sorry Gran-pappy, that would have to be the wrong Bang theory.

I just wiki'ed TBBT for the hell of it, and it seems to me that it's something like that Ashton Kutcher geek+beauty love show that used to air on the WB. Essentially, not something I'm going to be tuning into anytime soon.

Mhm, I took a politically impartial quiz. I'm so bored.


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To me, this says that I haven't fully matured in the political world (well, duh!) and am definitely wishy-washy on some subjects; hence the Centrism. I'm also a little hesitant to post this up here because who really needs to see this as I'm worried how people would take it. But, I guess it doesn't really matter, 'cause no one read this, right? Right?

I just glanced at the 'Spell Check' button and thought it read 'Smell Check.' Ahahaha... I'm so going to bed right now.

I now think I'm the type of person who needs to be reminded to never attempt reading any of Rumiko Takahashi's work at 2 AM*; it's not good for the psyche. That includes Mermaid's Saga exclusively. Wait, does that makes sense? *peers closely at the screen* Uh, apparently not.

Basically, I'm drop-dead tired, can't think straight and have been slightly traumatized by Mermaid's Saga's macabre and, horrifically creepy old women. Though this admittedly isn't as bad as that one time I read Ghost Hunt's Blood-soaked Labyrinth at 4 AM. The idea of that old man trying to gain immortality or was it eternal youth youth? Isn't that essentially the same thing? through soaking in the blood of young men and women was just plain scary. Plus, the fact that it was based on Elizabeth Bathory's history of soaking in the blood of virginal maids just made it 10 times worse. I remember I used to hallucinate that he was walking the upstairs hall at night; or to be more accurate, dripping copious amounts of blood, and reappearing extremely close to your person causing you to freak out -

Oh no, I'm thinking about it. ACK! Go away you fiendish images!

This is also happens to be the reason I'm listening to an Alexz Johnson song that has me recalling the Bahamas and remising about Agito/Akito from Air Gear. Eh, don't ask.

*No, no - not entirely true, I could probably read Ranma 1/2.

Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Little birdies' dirty feet,
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
That's what you are made of.

Mom suddenly began singing that after she and dad had finished eating. I'm more surprised that she managed to recall the lyrics from her childhood and I can't, even though it's probably only been seven years since I've sung that stanza; than I am that she was in the mood and managed to burst out with a yucky song right after dinner.

At exactly 3:16 am, my father stumbled into my room bleary eyed and seemingly not-all-there. Which was to be expected; being 3 am and all that jazz. He then proceeded to tell me to go to bed because the clock happened to say 3 am. I know, I know, why the hell was I even up at 3? The answer to that would be: I anticipate the fact that I'll usually wake up at this time and - what is this load of bull I'm spouting? FINE, I was reading Rurouni Kenshin. Anyway, I could tell he had tried putting on the trademark stern!face, but owing to the fact that he was dead tired, it wasn't pulled off very well. Kinda looked like a cross between constipation!face and disapproval!face. *sniggers*

Being an impulsive idiot and someone who easily tires of things, I once again signed up for another blog service. I am now dreamsicle at tumblr, and will probably only post a few entries on there (or just that initial picture-post, because I'm lazy). Why? Because as much as I may like to open new accounts on websites, I will ultimately return to the eldest one. I like history, and seeing were I once was and where I now am in life. Plus, I forget things with no difficulty whatsoever nowadays. Seriously, I forget if I've taken a shower the previous day and have to ask my mother if she'd heard the shower running before I decide to take another. It be nightmarish.

I had the urge to use spotlight and look up the word 'fake' on my laptop. I was half expecting the definition to be 'a thing that is not real,' so I was pleasantly surprised and a tad shocked, when it came up as, 'a thing that is not genuine.'

Just genius, and fucking A. Mother and I watched it a day late, but still laughed our stomachs to exhaustion.

As my mother drove me to the chiropractor today I anticipated the routine affairs which was something I had come to dislike; add the fact that I was tried and had only slept three hours, you get a bad headache. Nothing too bad really; all weekend I had been the recipient of a pretty bad migraine on the left temple and at the time it had only seemed like a minor stress headache. Again, nothing bad.

Halfway into the appointment, as I'm laying on my back on the hard bed of the spinalator, the migraine I had all weekend came back full force, yet instead of on the left side it was on the right and ran all the way down the back of my head. It was burning and throbbing and stinging and reeked of pain. I wondered, was it the vibrations causing this? I can only guess it was, because whenever I placed my fingers on the pounding and pressed hard, the pain lessened. I didn't ask the practitioners to turn the machine off; I can be a sissy like that and not speak up.

Once the younger woman, lets call her A, stuck the stim pads on my back and I was face down, I immediately felt pressure around my eyes. This time I understood why this was happening - that kind of thing had manifested itself many many times - and just laid there, trying to concentrate on the slightly-too-strong shocks the stimulator was giving. It didn't really work as well I had hoped.

As for the general adjustments, I seemed to be more stiff than normal, and because of that factor it took longer. Also got Graston on my neck - the very same spot as the girl who had been whimpering about it last week - and kinda wondered what all her fuss was about, it didn't bother me too much. Although, that could be in view of the facts that a) I was sleepy, and b) A could have been going easier on me than the anonymous girl.

Gonna go take a loonnnng nap.