Another One Bites The Dust

And so, another year passes by, rocketing us into another dimension.

Or at least another decade.

So it's almost 2010. Almost. We still have a few hours to say our goodbyes to 2009.

But really. A whole new decade. Pretty insane. The early 2000's are about to end.

Ahh well. We'll see what mishaps take place next decade. If we make it past 2012.

And that's all I've got to say about that.

~Nixx

49...

Welcome to the day before the day after my birthday!

Woo!

And that's all I've got to say about that.

~Nixx

Shorts

Tod was lonely. Tod was an outcast. Tod was sad.

One day, an alien spaceship came from the sky. It landed in Tod's neighborhood.

Tod watched as the aliens stepped out of their ship. They looked around the neighborhood. They had weird ray guns and weird faces. They were weird.

Tod liked them. Tod wanted to be their friend.

Then the aliens started getting ready to leave. Tod walked up to one of them. Tod asked if he could be their friend.

The aliens said no.

Tod was lonely. Tod was an outcast. Tod was sad. Poor Tod.

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There once was a pig. The pig's name was It.

It was a content pig. It had a family. It had a mother and a father and brothers and sisters. One of It's brothers was Nobody. The other brothers were They and Them. It had sisters named Around and Another. It and It's family lived on a farm.

Then one day, It's father disappeared. It asked It's mother where It's father had gone. It's mother did not answer. It's mother looked sad. It didn't like it when It's mother was sad. When It's mother was sad, It was sad too.

A few days later, It's mother disappeared, too. They did not know what had happened to her. They asked Around, but she did not know, either. Neither did It. It felt as though Nobody knew. Nobody did know.

Nobody said that their mother and father had been sent to a butcher named His. It did not know what a butcher was. Nobody told Them. Them told They. They told It. It told Another. Another was going to tell Around, but Around was gone, too. Nobody said Around had been sent to the butcher. It squealed. So did Another. They hugged Them, and They cried.

Days went by, and It's mother did not return to It's home. They disappeared next. Then Them. Another was gone an hour after Them. Soon, Nobody and It were alone.


Two nights after Another's disappearance, a sound came from outside It's pen. The butcher, His! It tried to wake Nobody, but It was too late. Nobody was grabbed by the butcher. It squealed and attacked the butcher. It bit His' leg, and Nobody fell to the ground with a plop and a squeak. Nobody ran out the open door of It's pen and into the darkness. Nobody was safe!

However, His grunted and picked up It. It screeched and bit with It's sharp little teeth and kicked with It's little legs. However, It's attempts to save It's self failed.

It was taken to the butchery and had It's head cut off. It's meat was chopped up, ground, and sold by the pound.

Nobody had escaped. Nobody was alive. Nobody was left to tell the tale.





~Nixx

And So, the Almighty Nixx Sits At His Computer and Writes Another Post

Okay, well, I fear that the link mentioned in my previous post is broken now. Poor Afrobunny and his friends. By the way, that website was created by my brother and some of his friends. It was a comical website of sorts made up of comical strips following the heartwarming life of a heartwarming pink Leporidae and his heartwarming companions in their heartwarming adventures.

Except nothing was really that heartwarming. It was just funny. And strange. And whatnot.


And speaking of bunnies, I went to the NYC this past weekend. It was New Yorkly, as usual.

What did I do in New York City, you ask? Well, I:

• Visited the new Yankee stadium
• Ate pizza
• Walked around in Central Park
• Ate hotdogs
  
• Went to some stores
• Took pictures
  
• Rode around in a cramped car with several family members

That's pretty much it. It seems as though we spent too much time doing that last thing on my list and not enough time doing other, more important things(such as seeing Strawberry Fields in Central Park), but oh well. There's not much I can do about it now. Maybe I'll go back some other time. Seems like I go there every couple of years, so there might be hope.


I'll post some pictures sometime. When I feel like it. Yep.


And that's all I've got to say about that.





~Nixx

This Is A Post.

This truly is a post.

And this is what this post says:

The Beatles is now my favorite music group.
Forrest Gump is now my favorite movie.
And you should definitely go check out this site: http://yikes.com/~lodestar/afrobunny/


And that's all I have to say about that.





~Nixx

Peace Out, my Bloggage Buddies.

No, not forever. I'll be back someday.


I just need to take a break, you know? After all, it's summer. Summer isn't meant to be spent sitting at a computer all day. You're supposed to, you know, do stuff.

Like eat ice cream and hot dogs and drink lemonade and look for treasure and take a ride in your wagon and throw mushy apples and water balloons at that icky girl next door and go for walks in the woods with your best friend and pretend you're a superhero or a spaceman or a private eye and have fun.

As I was saying, I'll be back later, when the air starts getting cooler and leaves start falling.

Or, I might write a post once in a while during the summer. I don't know.

So....bye.




Goodbye, Door-Knob-Eating-Carpet-Licker. Goodbye, Cruz. Awesome times blogging and stuff....



~Nixx

Story Time, Kids!

Once upon a time, there was a man named Jeffrey McGain. McGain was a kind-hearted, caring man. He always thought of others before himself. Once, he won the lottery, and as he gleefully strutted home after receiving the 1.8 million dollars, he passed a hobo lying on the side of the road. He politely woke up the homeless man and handed him 2,000 dollars, patted him on the back, and continued his treck home. Jeffrey then passed a large sum of money to any needy person he met until he finally reached his house.

Another time, he skipped his wedding to save an old lady from a house fire. He had seen smoke and an orange glow rising from a small house while driving to the church in which he was to get married. Instinctively, he hopped from his car and ran into the colonial style home. Luckily, the only person in the building was the old lady, and she was sleeping on the first floor while the fire had started upstairs. Rushing the eldlerly woman from her home, he phoned 911 with his Blackberry.

Once Jeffrey had volunteered to drive a school bus after the original driver's wife had to go to a hospital. A few weeks later, he had climbed a tree to save a cat, which made him late for work. McGain's list of good deeds goes on and on. He hadn't gained muc hrespect nor many rewards for all his kindness, until one fateful winter day.

The date was January 3rd. Cold tufts of snow drifted from the dark grey clouds that smothered the sky. Dim moonlight shimmered through the few cracks in the blanket of clouds, lighting up only a few spots on Earth.

McGain had just left a party that he had thrown his brother for his brother's birthday. Though he was the last to leave the celebration and it was past midnight, he still felt cheerful. He was walking home in the cold when he noticed something glimmering in an open trashcan in an alleyway. Curiously, he stepped into the alleyway and stared into the trashcan.

What Jeffrey saw stunned him. It was a bright golden lamp, the kind a genie was supposed to reside in. He lifted the object out, heedless to the stench and filth that engulfed it. Turning it over and over in his gloved hands, he thought he saw something engraved in one side, but it was completely covered in grime. That was when he made a mistake. He tried wiping off the dirt, and he rubbed the side of the lamp.

The thing became bitilng hot in McGain's hands, and he dropped it into the snow. The lamp glowed bright orange before exploding. As the mist cleared, Jeffrey saw a strange being. It seemed humanoid, but there was something odd about it. Its skin was neon blue, like all the blue signs above casinos in Las Vegas.

As McGain stared in awe, the azul figure boomed, "I am the great Genie. I will grant you one wish, and one wish only."

Jeffrey sat gaping at the Genie, with nothing to say. For a second, he thought he had gone insane.

"Hurry, fool," roared the Genie. "I have waited eons for someone like you to find me. Make a wish so I may finally be free!"

Jeffrey blinked, and, with his voice a bit far off, said, "I wish for all pain, misery,hate, and chaos to disappear forever."

"And so it is," said the Genie, and with a snap of his fingers, everything disappeared, except Jeffrey McGain. There really was nothing. Nothing but an endless, white void and Jeffrey.

And so Jeffrey walked. And walked. And walked. And still he found nothing. All that was left was a plain white hallway that stretched on forever. Jeffrey thought he should be sad, or angry, or depressed, but he felt nothing.

One day, or month, or year (time had as well disappeared), Jeffrey came across the Genie. The Genie was sitting cross legged on the floor, and he grinned maniacally at Jeffrey.

"What have you done? Where is everything? Why am i trapped in this place? Why can't I feel any amount of sadness or anger?"

"The question is, what have you done, Jeffrey. This was your wish: that all pain and misery disappear. And so it has." The genie's smile grew even wider.

"But....but..." McGain stammered.

"Goodbye," said the Genie, completely ignoring Jeffrey. "I am off to a better place, another universe."

"Take me with you!" screamed Mcgain. But it was too late. The Genie was gone in a shower of dust.

So Jeffrey McGain walked and walked. He walked until his feet bled, and kept walking. He could not feel pain. He tried to cry about his losses, but could not. He could not feel misery. He tried to be angry with the Genie for what he had done, but could not. He could not hate. Nothing mattered anymore.

He went insane, ranting to himself. Somehow, the Genie had forgotten the part about chaos.

Stupid People.

Stupid people are plentiful, while un-stupid people are rare.

Do You Believe In Rock N' Roll? Does Music Save Your Mortal Soul?

Yes and yes.

I don't really know what to post about, so I'm just gonna make a list of my favorite bands. If you guys know of any awesome music groups, tell me what they are (in a comment of course)! Music rocks, literally (haha, like the pun?).

• Creedence Clearwater Revival
• Linkin Park
• The Beatles
• Queen
• The Gorillaz
• All American Rejects
• Presidents of the United States of America
• Black Sabbath
• Pink Floyd
• Led Zeppelin
• ACDC
• Sublime
• The Doors
• The Who
• Foo Fighters
• David Cook
  

Umm.....wow. That's all I can think of right now. How sad. Don't worry, I'm not completely hopeless, I like waaaay more music than that, but there are a few bands out there that only have one or two songs I like, and I don't count those bands.



Well, that's all for today. Peaceout.

~Nixx

Ok, So I'm Stupid. I Admit It.

Earlier I wrote a post called "Goodbye". In it, I said that I was going to quit blogging because I was moving and would have to leave my computer behind. Of course, I'm not quitting, and I just wrote that post because it's April Fool's Day.

And unlike Dibsy, I didn't leave a huge blank space and then say "JUST KIDDING!" Instead, I left a comment that said "APRIL FOOLS!!".

I originally thought it was kind of sort of almost halfway a little funny. But the two people that read it, Dark Wolf and Levi, obviously didn't.

So, Dark Wolf and Levi: Sorry! Seriously. Wow, guys. I'm stupid, alright?


Ok. The End.

The Future Is Comin' On, It's Comin' on, It's Comin On...

(For those of you who don't know, that title is one of the lines from the song Clint Eastwood by the Gorillaz. They're a rap/hip-hop group, so most of you probably wouldn't like the song anyway.)



Wow, It's been a while since I've posted. Not a really long time, but quite a while. And in that time of non-posting, I've been thinking. About the future.

Seriously, I don't see myself blogging a year from now. There are just more important things in life that sitting at a computer all day accomplishing nothing whatsoever (when I think of one, I'll let you guys know).

But really, I've been busy lately. I guess that explains my blogness absence. And I've been really tired lately too. It's weird. I get pretty much the same amount of sleep as before, but whatever.

Hey, now. Don't get all angry at me 'cause I don't post much. I'm not the only blog neglector out there. There are tons of bloggers that don't blog as much as they used to.

I'm not going to quit, though. At least not yet. As I said, I can't see myself blogging a year from now. Aww, boo hoo.

Another reason I haven't been posting much is I don't have the urge to write. Or draw. Or read. Or do anything creative at all, for that matter. It's not like I have writer's block, in which I feel like writing but can't write. It's like I've just lost interest in everything. So it's not "writer's block", it's "creator's inability to do anything 'cause he doesn't feel like and has just lost interest in everything". Yeah.


Well, I dunno what else to say, so here's a KITTEH picture from icanhascheezburger.com

A Tragedy

As the doors rushed open in front of the large crowd that surrounded me, screams filled the air. They were screams of complete and utter terror. Even my heart jumped when I saw what had occurred here.

There, lying on the ground, was a dead body.

Now usually, I can handle things like this. But the body lying in the soil before me belonged to a dear friend of mine. And, as I stared at that lifeless shell at my feet, tears stung the backs of my eyes.

That friend and I hadn't known each other for too long, but we got along pretty well. The only time we had ever quarreled was once, when he had eaten my favorite blue crayon. But we had buried the hatchet after a few days, and soon I was feeding him his favorite meal worms again. He always loved those things. You could see a twinkle in his eyes as he shoved the still-wriggling creatures into his mouth, ripping into their flesh, causing the slimy green insides to seep out into his throat. Actually, those meal worms did look pretty good. Once, when I thought no one was looking, I popped one in my mouth. But at that moment the teacher walked by, and she immediately ordered me to spit the worm out. So I obeyed.

Oh, I guess I should tell you, my friend is a hamster. Rico, Mrs. Lund's Kindergarten class's hamster to be exact. I might also mention that I am a Kindergartner in Mrs. Lund's class in the Windle Valley Elementary School.

Anyway, the sight of Rico's cold, lifeless body was very traumatizing. As I said, there were several screams, and much of my class was either already or close to tears. Though, one my more barbaric and heartless coworkers, Rodney van Gust, uttered the word "cool". I gave him an icy stare an raised my fist in front of him.

Then, in the corner of my eye, I caught a glance of Tommy Vinshaw. Tommy wasn't exactly my friend, but he wasn't really an enemy, either. He was just one of those kids that was there; he never really payed any attention to me, and I didn't pay any attention to him, either. But on this occasion, Tommy was staring at me intently, with a sort of blank expression on his face. I guessed he was just to devastated to say or do anything, but his staring at me was kind of freakin' me out. When he noticed that I knew he was looking at me, he averted his gaze.

For a second there, I thought I had seen a little guilt on his thin face. But I couldn't just go around being suspicious of people like that. After all, I felt a little guilty too, for not keeping an eye on Rico. I might have been able to save his life.

That's when I felt someone resting their head on my shoulder. I slowly turned my head and saw that it was Seanna Ackins. Her head was leaning against my shoulder, and I felt tears soaking into my T-shirt.

"Umm... Seanna?"

"Oh, Jimmy, look at poor Rico! The horror! Who could have done something like this? Rico was a good hamster, he never hurt anyone," Seanna said through her tears. Her high voice was choked with sadness.

"Well, actually, Rico did bite Matt Shock's finger that one time..."

"Jimmy, you know how to bring humor into even the most tragic of situations. You're so clever and funny, Jimmy," Seanna complemented, almost smiling. I was confused. How was that funny? Two Janitors had to report to the classroom that day to clean up all of Matt's blood.

I stared at her in confusion for a moment. She stared back at me, smiling gleefully. How could she be so happy at a time like this? There was a dead body less than two feet away from us, and a homocidal, maniacal, murderer in the class, perhaps plotting to strike again!

At that moment, Mrs. Lund spoke. "Umm, class, I think that we should have inside recess today. Just forget about anything bad you've seen..."

Forget about it? How could we forget about the death of a dear friend?

"Forget about what? What happened?" questioned someone from the back of the line. It was Lynn Tucker. She had been standing near the back of the group and hadn't seen Rico's body. Lynn had probably wondered why everyone was weeping or screaming.

"Rico's dead, you idiot!" Rodney shouted bluntly.

At that, more people started whining in sorrow as if the words "Rico's dead" had resummoned tears and pain. One of those people was Seanna, and tears wet the deep red strands of hair hanging in front of her eyes. These people were pitiful. They cried at everything. At least I could control my emotions.

I heard Mrs. Lund let out a long, stressful sigh. After we had all calmed down and a few other teachers had stomped out into the hall to see what was the matter, we were all herded back into our classroom.

When I saw Rico's empty cage, I remembered the danger we were in. Someone in here was a killer. And he wouldn't stop with Rico. Soon, Bob the goldfish would be dead as well. Before long, all the teachers and students would be gone, too. It was up to me to save the school.

To Be Continued...

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXTREMELY LONG POST

IF YOU EXPERIENCE SEIZURES OR OTHER ILLNESSES FROM READING, DO NOT READ THIS POST. SIMPLY VISIT YOUTUBE AND WATCH A VIDEO WITH LOTS OF FLASHY LIGHTS (NOTICE: if you were stupid enough to visit youtube and watch a seizure-inducing, flashy video, please do not sue me).





In school today, instead of doing stupid work and crap, we watched a movie. It was called Anne Frank: The Whole Story. And it was about Anne Frank (no duh). For the past few weeks we've been studying the Holocaust in school, and I guess the movie was supposed to teach us some stuff about the Holocaust.


And when the teachers said we were going to watch a movie, I was thinking it would be some sort of educational documentary thing. But it wasn't. It was a regular film, and a pretty good one at that. It was interesting, exciting, sad, and powerful. There was even some humor thrown into it.

The film followed the trials and triumphs of Anne Frank while she was in hiding, before she went into hiding, and while she was in a concentration camp. The movie was really powerful, and it really got me thinking. And it was sad, too; it was probably the saddest movie I've ever seen. Man, do I sound like a critic? I better stop before I start rating it and telling you guys to go watch it.

But, yeah. We've been learning about the Holocaust and World War II a lot lately. And to think that the slaughtering of 6 million people and one of, if not the, largest war in the history of the world started for ONE reason. One feeling. One emotion. HATE.

Yes, hate. Hate and racism started that war. It was really a terrible thing. No, really, it was.

Seriously, you hear all these things about how hate and racism and prejudice and discrimination are bad. But they're much worse than you really think they are. These things can kill us. Kill us all, and rip our planet to shreds. Do you really want that? I didn't think so.

And you would think that after the war had ended and millions of people had been massacred we would learn to cease racism. But nooooo, we humans continue with our idiotic ways. There is still prejudice in the world. I mean, back when owning slaves, people like you and me, was legal, we didn't realize that this kind of stuff was bad. So Abraham Lincoln passed the Emancipation Proclamation, and we were like "Sweet. No more hate. No more Slaves. Yippee."

But the prejudice lingered. It hung within the hearts of many people, and those people passed it down so other people felt the hate. And to this day, the hate lingers. Won't we ever learn?

We might not realize it, but we still discriminate some people. Even when we're just talkin' with friends, we say offensive things. Comments that harm certain groups of people. And even if you say "Oh, I was just messin' around," it's still offensive. It is still considered prejudice or discrimination.

A while ago, someone in my class wrote "Love, Peace, and Happiness" on the cover of one of their books. When I saw it, I thought "Yeah right. It's more like 'Hate, War, and Misery'." So why don't we just CHANGE?


Totally changing the subject, I've decided to change the title of my blog. But I couldn't decide what to use, so I've made a poll for you guys. You should go vote. Really! It's good for your soul!

Title.

Don't you love this title? Didn't it intrigue you to read this post? Didn't it catch you eye? Didn't it fill you with so much suspense the second you saw it that you just HAD to read it? No? Crap.

Well, I still have writer's block, so I can't really write anything really awesome, but I did write something for my homework for Language Arts class. Here it goes:


Joe was a person. He lived in a house. The house was in a town. The town was in a county. The county was in a state. The state was in a country. The country was in a continent. The continent was on a planet. The planet was in a solar system. The solar system was in a galaxy. The galaxy was in a universe. The universe was in a dimension. Then everything exploded, and there was nothing but an infinite void of nothingness. Then Joe woke up. The End.


Great, wasn't it? No? Crap.




~Nixx

A Hole In My Mind

Wow. It seems as though there's a hole in my mind, and my thoughts and ideas are simply leaking out of it.

Yep, I have writer's block.

There's an enormous pile of ideas stacked up somewhere in the recesses of my mind, but they're all locked up behind a steel door. A steel door that I lost the key to.

Like, once an idea for a story or drawing or something pops into my head, I think to myself "Woah, that would be perfect to write about. I'll just store that somewhere in the back of my brain until I have time to write it down."

Sadly, though, when I do get time to write it down or whatever, I don't. Why? It's like I just lose the urge to write. Well, I want to write, but I usually don't feel like writing about what I originally intended. *Sigh*

The ideas are right there. Within my reach. All I have to do is grab an idea and write. But, no, that guy in my head is just too lazy.

Hey, don't look at me like that. Don't you guys all have little guys in your heads? Well, I do.

His name is Oxford Copernicus III, but everyone calls him Frank. He wears an "I'm with Stupid" shirt, a pair of old Wrangler jeans, and sunglasses. Oh, and Frank has this goatee and a Mohawk. Yeah, I know he has a weird sense of style.


Hey, Frank just ordered me to tell you to go read the post below this one, since not many people have read it yet.





~Nixx

The 12 Stones

Woah. I just found this really great blog. It's called The 12 Stones.

Take heed, though. It is a Christian blog, and it deals with faith and things like that. So, if you aren't Christian, you probably won't want to read that blog. And also, if you aren't Christian, please don't be rude and leave a...umm...bad comment thingy. You know, I just don't like it when people do that kind of stuff. If someone made a blog devoted to, say, Judaism, or something, I wouldn't say anything offensive. I would just accept the author's opinion, even if I don't believe what they do. So, umm...yeah. That's all for now.


~Nixx

READ THIS POST OR THE WORLD WILL EXPLODE!!!!

Okay, okay, maybe the world isn't going to explode. And, actually, this post isn't going to be that special anyways. I just want to see how many people will read it just because the title suggests that we'll all die if people don't read it.

I don't have much to say, but I felt like blogging.




Yeah. That's the kind of stuff that I seriously enjoy doing. Messing with people's heads, I mean. It's infinitely pleasing. Well, that was random.

Hey, by the way, that was an example of the amazing Calvin and Hobbes. It was this great comic strip written and drawn by the creative Bill Watterson, from November 18, 1985 to December 31, 1995. Yep.



That's all, folks!
~Nixx

Rantings of a Madman

"There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line."

~~Oscar Levant






This is one of my favorite quotes of all time. For some reason, this fits extremely well into our world. I mean, look at the so called intellects (and maniacs) in our world.

Take Albert Einstein for example. People consider him the most intelligent human to walk the earth. And yet, he had unruly, uncombed hair, often didn't wear matching clothes, and did things that would be considered unhealthy or downright...weird in today's society. Somehow, this man still managed to explain many of the mysteries of the universe, leading to things such as television and the atom bomb (though he was a pacifist...). So, in a way, Einstein was a genius and a lunatic. Kinda like me...

Hitler is another example of intelligence being close to insanity. And NO, I'm not saying that what he did was right, or work of a genius. He was definitely demented in more ways than one, but he had to be pretty smart to come up with the kind of stuff he did. He thought out every single little detail in his master plan years and years before it was totally carried out. There were schemes within schemes, and everything was one barely significant puzzle piece, building up the whole of his devious plan. Every little key part played its role in the end, wiping out the equivalent to the entire population of Illinois. That would have taken an immense amount of thought, so in a way, he was a genius. Though he used his mind for the wrong purposes...


Or you could look at that quote in another way. It might mean that if you know too much, you might crack. Imagine knowing all. Imagine that everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen is all in your head. Your feeble and puny little noggin. Ouch. Your mind would probably be squashed, burned, ripped to shreds, and dunked in acid all at once. Metaphorically speaking, that is. But if you knew EVERYTHING, you probably would be shoved into a dark room with padded walls. Actually, that does sound kind of fun...

But insanity isn't really far. We're all geniuses in one way or another. And most of us are on the brink of insanity. It's just that some of us are...a little closer to the edge than others. Then there are the people that have all ready fallen off the edge, into the dark and twisted pit of lunacy.

To quote Heath Ledger: "Y'see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little...push!"



~Nixx

Fast Food Stuff

Well, I was kind of bored so I made this list.


Fun things to do at a fast food restaurant:

1. Start a food fight, and wait to get kicked out or arrested.
2. Order A diet water and see what they do.
3. If you're at burger King, order a Big Mac. If you're at McDonald's, order a Whopper.
4. Order at least ten things, then as they're preparing the food for you walk out of the building (you have to time this right; if you leave too early, they won't finish the food, but if you leave too late, they'll make you take the food with you).
5. If you're in the drive-thru, either whisper really quietly into the microphones, or scream at the top of you lungs.
6. After you get your food, spit in it directly in front of the cashier and complain that someone spit in you food and demand a discount.
7. Order through rap (search: Big Mac Rap on You Tube to see what I mean).
8. After receiving your food, complain that you wanted it uncooked.
9. At Burger King, stand on a table, proclaiming that the king will be overthrown and that a democracy is needed. Rant on about types of government and politics until you're thrown out of the restaurant.
10. Order a kids' meal and start playing with the toy, making sure to be extremely conspicuous.
11. Leave a trail of french fries leading to one of the restrooms.
12. Wear a shirt and shoes, but no pants.




That's all for now. If you have any to add, leave a comment. By the way, I don't recommend doing any of the things on this list unless you want to be permanently kicked out of all fast food restaurants in the country...so do this stuff in some other country!


Also, check out this awesome blog.---> Random Writing
Its author has great writing skills. So, go there. NOW. NOW, FOO!



That's all, folks!




~Nixx

Tons of Stuff

I have like three million things that I want to post about. I'll put a couple of them in this single post, though.

NICE! I have fifteen followers. You guys are great, and I'm very honored. I'm glad that you think my blog is worthy of your follower-ness. I remember when I only had 2 followers. They were dark☼horizon and door-knob-eating-carpet-licker. But, they only knew about my blog because I personally know them. Then came the other followers, and for a long time, I only had 6 followers, but I finally got more. Watch out Cruz and all you other people with 30 some followers, I'll catch up with you. These are the awesome people that follow my blog: dark☼horizon, door-knob-eating-carpet-licker, mr..ViRUS, xXForsakenXx, The Stray Wolves, Dark Wolf, victoryofdpeople (my old account name for my old blog), Robert Varulfur, AWESOMENESS LOOKS GOOD WITH WINGS:),
Sonar, Alexandria, Cruz, the neon ninja, Gina, and Joanna. Then of course there are the people that read my blog and leave comments and everything, but they don't follow it (yeah I know it's confusing, but whatever).

Also, back in December, I watched a movie for my birthday. I just haven't had time to post about it until now. So the movie was called "The Day The Earth Stood Still". I watched it with door-knob-eating-carpet-licker and another friend. Let's call the other friend "Sasquatch", since that's what everyone but me calls him. Anyway, the movie is a remake of a movie by the same title from like the fifties. In the fifties version, an alien came to Earth warning the human race that if we didn't end the cold war, the planet would be destroyed.

The newer one is about an alien coming to Earth warning the human race that if we don't stop polluting our planet, the planet will be destroyed. But, the alien believes that the only way to end pollution is to wipe out the human race. To do this, he brings this giant robot who--well, you know what, I don't want to spoil it for you.

But the point is that the movie was all anti-pollution-like, which is great, since that is something that I totally believe in. I think the movie focused too much on intense-looking computer images than on a strong story line, and that some things went totally unexplained. It was a pretty good movie, but far from my favorite movie of all time. That is just my opinion, though.


Ok, enough about the Day The Earth Stood Still.

I've realized that probably none of you readers even look at my older posts, such as the ones that I created way back when I first started this blog. So I'm going to start reposting some of them so you guys have the chance to read them. I'll start with this one; a poem that i wrote when I was at a really boring party. I was being bored, so I lifted the cover off of this platter, and in it, I saw:


ROASTED PIG

Ice cold eyes
Staring at you.
Surrounded by flies,
Decaying, too.

It's head on platter.
As you walk by
The flies will scatter,
For they are shy.

Skin's been toasted,
The fat has been broiled.
Meat is toasted,
It lies in tin foil.

We want to eat,
And will soon devour
The poor thing's meat
At this very hour.




and there you have it. Kind of demented, but I'm like that.

"Nevermore!"

This is my favorite poem of all time. It is insanely, intensely, uberly awesome. I got it from here.


The Raven
by: Edgar Allan Poe


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!





~Nixx

Today's World?

This is how i would describe today's world. Sorrowful, painful, bleak, dark, twisted, and demented. I could list some more words, but they might not be very nice.

But, seriously, what's wrong with the world? There's obesity and world hunger. There's pollution and littering. There's war and hate. Prejudice, racism, crime, the list goes on. What's wrong with us?

Thousands of Americans are obese, while tons of the third world countries barely have enough food. People are dying every day from both starvation and obesity.

The amount of pollution is insane. WHY DON'T WE UNDERSTAND WHAT WE'RE DOING?!!!!!?? WHY DO WE NEGLECT THE FACT THAT WE'RE DESTROYING OUR PLANET??!!!?

And now there are at least a few wars going on. The vicious battles rage on, day after day, taking countless lives. Innocent lives. Really, why can't we all just get along? Don't we realize that other people have their own feelings and beliefs and opinions?

And don't forget the animal cruelty. For some reason, humans forget that animals are living things too. They can feel pain. They have emotions, including distrust and fear and anger. But they also feel love. Compassion. Companionship. People wonder why some animals, even their own pets, are "mean". Well, if you weren't such looked past what the animals were doing, and payed attention to what you are doing, you would realize why. It;s not them. It's you. If you mistreat your pets or any other animals, they won't trust you, so they act "mean" out of defense.

And people wonder why animals sometimes attack humans for "no reason". It's usually because we humans have invaded their space. It's not their fault that we intruded their territory and they're trying to protect it.

But, whatever. It's not like any of this affects us. WELL TOO BAD. I might not be directly affected by any of this stuff, but I still care. I try to do my part to put an end to it. Or whatever.

There are some people who watch the news and hear all this stuff, but they don't even pay attention to it. And then there are people who actually listen, but they shrug they're shoulders and don't even care. Then there are the people who care, but don't do anything about it.

And of course, there are the people who try to do something about it. But, the truth is, you can maybe partially slow down all these things, but you can't really stop them. At least not alone.

But, if everybody works together, if everybody plays their part, we might be able to prevent all this chaos!

Remember: Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large numbers.

SUCCESS!!!

WOO!

I have succeeded in stealing my brother's hooded sweatshirt thingy! He just happened to leave his house for a mini vacation thingy. And I just happened to go to the house and into his room thingy.

And there, on a thingy on the floor, was the hooded sweatshirt, practically calling my name, pleading me to take it. So I did.

Okay.

So, this is my second post today. Go read the post below now or die. Muahahahahahahaha‼

Many Misadventures In Odd Old Ossining

Well, I had quite an adventure on Thursday and Friday.

My family and I went to a biggish town called Ossining (you've probably never heard of the town but Raven Simone lived there when she was young) to see my brother on Thursday night. And no, it's not the same brother who I'm planning to steal the hooded sweatshirt from (see post below).

Anyway, Ossining is a looooooooooooong drive from my house, so I was trapped in a minivan for hours. Not very fun. It was under 10 degrees for most of the trip, and it felt like my toes were going to freeze and fall off. But oh well. At least I would be able to warm up inside my brother's house when we got there, Right?

Wrong.

When we arrived in Ossining, my brother (I call him Flalex, don't ask why I call him that, cuz not even I know) rushed out of the house in a knit cap thingy and a couple of layers of clothes. He ran up to the minivan and gave us some bad news.

The heater had stopped working. It was 35 degrees inside. So, my toes never did warm up.

Anyway, it was sort of miserable but sort of fun, too. The fun part was that I could see my breath inside. And when I peed, steam rose from the toilet ( it smelled bad but looked cool). And when I washed my hands, steam rose from my fingers, which also looked very cool but didn't smell bad.

The miserable part was wearing at least 2 layers of clothes and a winter coat indoors. Oh, and the fact that my toes were frozen solid.

Our plans were to stay in Ossining for two nights, but we left earlier than we had originally planned. Oh well. It was quite an adventure. Or rather a misadventure.