A Little Cup of Cyanide

DUDE!

So I've been known to check Kidrobot out from time to time, see what kind of sales are going on. Gods know I can't afford any of that stuff at their regular prices. Then I had to check if they had any new diy dunnys. And I found the awesomely huge munny. Dude.

And, in a completely random act of boredom, I did some quizzes on The N.




I hate black jellybeans. Actually, I hate all jellybeans. I wanted to be a Cadbury cream egg!


Umm... no.

Sooooooo... I'm going home this weekend, in exchange for bringing a bunch of my stuff home so I won't have so much after finals. And I realized I had to tell my dad about the minor (coughHUGEhack) adjustment in the hair department. Yeah... So I was expecting the whole "oh my god, do you know how many women would give their right arm for natural red hair" rant. I'm all

Me: Yeah, by the way, I wanted to warn you that my hair is black. Actually it's more of a bluish black color...
Him: Oh god. (long pause) Have you ever thought that's why you're sick?
Me: Well, actually, it did start the day after I dyed it.

My roommate was sitting over there snickering the whole time. Yeah. So apparently he wasn't pleased in the least, but it wasn't an hour long rant on the evils of hair dye. And by the way, I don't think the dye made me sick. It's a coincidence. Those things happen.

URGH! Where have I been, people? Please tell me, because I haven't the slightest clue.

Since I'm here, can I complain? You won't object, will you? Of course not! Good. I feel like ranting about, get ready for it, sandwich bags. Evil little things, those sandwich bags. They're clingy and evil and they don't close and they're evil... Did I mention the evil? And they get melty chocolate chips all over you, which would actually be a good thing if I was allowed to EAT the cookies. But no. I was working. You're not allowed to eat the cookies when you're working.

And. Supernatural is over until April 24th. I think. Don't hold me to it and mark your calendars or plan a huge All New Supernatural Episodes party or anything. So, what will I be reviewing every week? I haven't watched Lost since the second episode, and honestly, I haven't got up the desire to watch them online. Which means it's probably gone forever as far as I'm concerned.

Ooh, new obsession. Ready for this? Anyone who knows me would go completely crazy if they knew. Death Note. Surprisingly awesome manga. I have this predetermined belief that anything that everyone likes has to suck, because people have sucky taste. Or maybe that's me? Either way, I've given stuff a try and I never seem to like anything that you hear about at least daily.

Anyway, I haven't watched any of the anime yet, because I haven't quite given up my hold on non-mainstreamness yet. Not quite. I'll probably give it up when I finish reading it, though, but mainly because a friend told me that the guy who does L has a hot voice. Which, dude, is there ANYTHING that could make me love L more than I already do? I'm only on the fourth volume, and he's just the greatest thing EVER! Hmhm. Anyway, yeah. I'll admit that Death Note is very much my kind of thing. But I would have never started reading it if I hadn't been looking at random AMVs on YouTube and stumbled onto it. Then previously mentioned friend hadn't let me borrow her copies. Poor college kid here. I can't afford that stuff.

I was in Wal Mart today, and I noticed a handicapped sign on one of the registers. It wasn't any different from the other ones. So why is it the "handicapped" line? Why do they even have a handicapped line? Those little carts can go just fine through the other lines.

I've been super fascinated by the whole concept of glamourbombing. It's one of those things I've wanted to try but have been to scared to because people are idiots. Take this story for example. Okay, it's not exactly a great example of glamourbombing, but that would probably be the outcome for me. You try to do something nice for people, and you get punished for it. People are too fucking paranoid these days.

Anyway, I was thinking about buying a bunch of fake flowers from the Dollar Tree and leaving them places with nice little notes attached. Maybe just simple stuff like "You deserve a flower." or something. Nice little cheery messages just to lighten someones day when they find it. No one can possibly find that threatening.

I thought angels and rabbits were strange obsessions. I don’t have anything on these people.

Ooh, and it's the Myspace Dude's birthday. So, happy birthday, Myspace Dude.