Hello 2011!

Alright, this will be a short blog considering that I'm at school as an aide right now and they need stuff run every other five minutes. Well, sometimes its more but today is a long day and I'm needed more often (which is good otherwise I'm bored and talking to a computer) (such as this). ANYWAY, my parental and sister(al) units are complaining that my blogs are too, well, complaining. They think I look far too dark at the world and I need a little cheery cherry happy pappy crap. So, without further ado, I'll be happy more often. (not all the time but this is just to sedate their whining)
Don't worry, I won't be talking about kitties and puppies and rainbows. Ugh, no. Wouldn't that be annoying to read? "puppies are adorable because their made with love and rainbow essence! Oh JOY!" yeeeaah, no. I'd rather not.
frankly, I am a happy person, believe it or not. Yes, I dress in black and yes I listen to well, not happy music but that doesn't make me a non happy person. You know what? In this blog I'll strictly use what a blog is made for: just talking. Now, I'm just going to go no a stream of consciousness here, pusha! to the rest. (it's pronounces puh-shah in case you were wondering)
I think high school is over stressful. I mean, I think the teachers collaborate together to make the students life difficult. I wouldn't even surprised if they kept fake mustaches to laugh and twirl like an evil pompous french guy. mwahahaha. It's like my chemistry class SUCKS! after we get away from the completely necessary topic of dipolar molecules, then we move onto Empirical Formula. Honestly, when will I have to know that the empirical formula of a chemical compound is the simplest whole number ratio of atoms of each element present in a compound? If you can think an instance other than being a chemist, let me know. You know what else is annoying. Red squigglies. (red squigglies says the readers in question.) Yes, the readers that I am imagining. (whenever I'm writing I think about the people who would read this and what their immediate thought was. It's not the weirdest thing. When I was little I convinced myself that an invisible person used to follow me around. don't ask. ANYWAY...) The stupid red squiggle that you get under a word when the computer thinks you spelled it wrong. Of course you can't see it know but oh, there are seven no, eight squigglies under words now. Now it's nine because the computer doesn't register the word "squigglies" it recognizes squiggle and squiggly but squigglies? no, that's one step too far in nonsense for this computer. it like "oh, yes the word squiggle is fine. Yes yes, the squiggly, of course I see it. But don't you dare pluralize it dammit!" If you didn't understand, that was the computer talking. Just in case. And for some odd reason I made the computer have a voice in between Patrick Warburton (for those of you who don't know who that is, it's Kronk for Kuzco's New Groove. Ah, little kid movies solve the mysteries of everything, but that's for another blog) and the voice that you would always imagine for God. Deep and booming, you know? Wouldn't it be weird if inanimate things actually talked like that? Like a tiny pencil sharpener was just like, "I AM HUNGRY!" and it's just one of those wimpy hand sharpeners that nobody wants to use next to those gigantic electric ones. Wow, that was a little ADD thought. Anyway, I also think that the automatic Google questions are interesting. I mean is the top hit for writing Why is there say WHY IS THERE A DEAD PAKISTANI ON MY COUCH? I mean, out of the bajillion people who look everything up on Google, the most frequently asked question is about a dead foreigner on a sofa. I didn't realize it was that much of a frequent reoccurance. I'm up to fourteen squigglies now. Fifteen.
Have you ever forgot to spell something really simple that shouldn't require an ounce of thought to begin with? like just now I was like "How do I spell fourteen?" It was like fort-- no. forttee-- no that's not right. maybe I should spell four first. four-- oh yes, okay! fourteen got it! It's like, ah, momentary lapse in memory, or common knowledge. I think the most pathetic was the word: was. when I was around 12, 13 I actually first had a phone and the first rule to me about texting: you have to use abbreviations. Yes, yes I was a pathetic abbreviator. So constantly instead of using the dreading "as" I used "uz" in was. To prove the point that text abbreviations deteriorate the already crumbling English (american version) language, I momentarily forgot how to spell was. It was a low point in my spelling life, I must say.
Wow, that wasn't a quick blog at all. In between running passes and boxes and stapling things, this blog came out to be longer than I though it would be. Hmm, and more ADD than my last blogs. It wasn't super happy, but it wasn't totally, well, like I usually have it. Oh, well. I'll probably finish typing this then think, Oh! I should've said this! But I'll probably have more blogs like this in the 2011 year. So yep. That's all for now and remember: let loose the thoughts that have been building and if you have a dog with squirrel relationship with the world, that's ADD or ADHD and there are things to help with that. :) happy new year 2011.