Mission: Impossible (Actually, Very Possible)

Ok. My brother has this awesome hooded sweatshirt. I need it. NEED IT. If I do not get it, I will explode. Okay, maybe not, but I still really want it.\


But, luckily, I know how I can get it from him. I'll just take it. I take stuff from him a lot, and luckily he doesn't live with me, so if I take it, it'll be a while before he can get it back.

So, I have a question: Should I take it from him while he's at his house or while he's not there?

Taking it while he's there will be dangerous. I would be risking death and pain. Not only that, but he would probably mortally injure me and leave me to die while he pries it from my hands and laughs his head off as he walks away from my body. Meaning that I wouldn't get the hoodie anyway. That would be the downside. But, this would be MUCH more fun than stealing it while he isn't there.

Then there's the possibility of taking it from him while he's not there. This would be safer and much more efficient. Although, it would be very boring and not nearly pleasing enough.

So, what should I do? I don't really know.




~Nixx

Peace Out,, 08!

Today is the last day of 2008, in case you've been in a coma since October.

But, umm, yeah. 2008 was a pretty good year and all. The New York Giants won the superbowl (they're my favorite team, man) and David Cook won American Idol and the Philadelphia Phillies won the World Series ( they're my second favorite baseball team, next to the New York Yankees).

So, 2008 was great, but '09 is comin' up, and it better be good.

Cause if it's not, I'm suing. I don't know who I would sue, though. Maybe my brother. Yeah...

Anyway, smell ya later, 2008.


Hey, 2009, what's up?




~Nixx

Chicken Invasion

The chickens are on a mission to wipe out the entire human race.

They have started with door-knob-eating-carpet-licker.

Well, he's not dead yet, but they have mortally wounded him.

See, I know the chickens' plans. Yeah, that's right, for all you chickens out there: I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO!!

Yeah, see, they began the war by sending out scouts. Metal lawn ornament roosters. Yep. They put a dozen roosters in every Wal-Mart across the globe, hoping that we foolish humans would buy every one.

And, sadly, they fooled me. My family and I bought one to put in our yard, heedless of the terrible things that would be caused by the act.

So, for a while, we left that metal lawn-rooster alone. But then we gave him a ridiculous name: Drumstick. He's secretly despised ever since the day that we gave him that name. He just sat in our yard, scheming ways to murder us.

And, finally, it happened. Door-knob-eating-carpet-licker came to my house.

That evil steel rooster had its revenge. It showed no mercy, ripping the flesh from Door-knob-eating-carpet-licker's nose. Blood stained the snow, painting it a beautiful crimson shade.

Door-knob-eating-carpet-licker's scream echoed throughout the town. If you heard somebody screaming in agony on Saturday, December 20th, it was him.

We tried to nurse his wound, but to no avail. He perished that night. Oh, wait, no he didn't.

Anyway, he was the first victim of the chickens. Prepare yourselves for an oncoming attack. After the metal rooster scouts have weakened us, the full invasion will begin. Our world will slowly die, until the chickens rule. In a few days, the news will have story after miserable story of the foul fowls' attacks.

Your only hope is to crawl to the corner of the room, curl up into a fetal position, suck your thumb, and cry like a helpless baby.

Goodbye cruel world! All hail the chickens!

Visit SMUR for door-knob-eating-carpet-licker's side of the story (Evil Rooster).

Okay, see you're not allowed to do this. At least in my book. You can't tag me again.

Especially if I'M the one that tagged YOU. No tagbacks people. It's just not right. I got tagged once, and that's more than enough.

So, no, I'm not doin' this.


haha


~Nixx

Bud

There once was a cat. I named him Bud. He enjoyed perching upon my grandmother's front porch.

I enjoyed yelling "Get off that porch, you dirty, fat cat!!".

He did not enjoy wobbling hurriedly down the steps and through the yard. He also did not enjoy leaping over the tall fence to escape my wrath.

As he hauled himself over that fence, fear obviously filled his poor little heart. Oh well.

But, I did feel a small sting of pity in my poor little heart as I gazed at his scruffy old body scurrying down the sidewalk.

So I stopped. And he stopped. And he turned around. And we stared at each other for along time.

And up from his poor little throat erupted a soft "Mew..."

That mew might have been meaningless and unimportant to any ordinary human, but, as you might have realised, I'm not exactly an ordinary human.

To me, that mew was his way of saying "Oh, I'm just a poor little homeless stray cat with no home, no family, no one to love and care for me. Oh, how I wish that someone would be kind enough to rub my poor little belly, to feed me some nice cat food, so I could be loved for ONCE in my short, miserable life."

And he kept mewing. And I kept staring at him. And he rolled over so I could pet him. And I kept staring at him as I slowly walked closer.

And he sneezed. And I didn't pet him or feed him or bring him home.

I just slowly shuffled away with a heavy heart of lead.


Later I came back. He had moved into the middle of the street, as if waiting for a pickup truck to drive over him to end his sadness. Once again I walked away.

A while later, I returned. I was thinking of Bud and was about to go see him, when I saw a pickup truck drive by. Oooh that was bad.

I hurried to the spot where he had been sitting, half expecting to see his poor little body lying limp on the side of the road. I was relieved when I noticed him on the side of the road, but not lifeless. He was headed into the woods, stepping through the ice.

He turned back and stared at me. I returned the favor.

Then he looked away, and again began walking into the woods.

And I left him there. I haven't seen poor Bud since, but I have not forgotten him. Of course, this all happened just earlier today.





~Nixx

Grrr...I Was Tagged

Well, first of all, for those of you who tried leaving comments on The Dark Harvest or Lunacy In a Box, you should be able to, now. I think. I tried fixing it, and I left a comment on my own post, and it worked, though I don't know if it'll work for you guys. Oh well. Give it a shot and if it doesn't work, too bad for you.

Second of all...I've been tagged!!! Hooray for me.

For those of you who don't know what tagging is these are the rules:

Rules:
1.Each blogger must post these rules first.

2.Each blogger starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.

3.Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their 8 things.

4.At the end of your blog,you need to choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names.

5.Don't forget to leave them a comment,telling them that they've been tagged and to read your blog

Well, here go my facts/habits.


1. Today is my birthday! Yeah, I feel special. You guys should all give me presents. I totally deserve them. Today I received Guitar Hero World Tour and Iron Man the movie. Awesome, right?

2. Erm..I seriously enjoy drawing. It's like my number one hobby thingy. I do it whenever I'm bored, and I doodle a lot. Sometime I'll have to put some of my art up here.

3. Hey, if you notice that I'm following dark☼horizon, door-knob-eating-carpet-licker, and darkjewel's blogs, it's cause I know them from places. Yeah, and I mean real life, not some RPG game or myspace or whatever.

4. Calvin and Hobbes rocks, man. If you don't know what that is, you do not know the meaning of life.

5. I like pretty much All kinds of music, except for country. I hate anything that sounds even REMOTELY country. For those of you who actually listen to that stuff: What the heck is wrong with your ears?

6. I'm addicted to YouTube. It is insanely awesome, people. My favorite videos are : How To Be Gangster, Charlie the Unicorn 2, and waay more.

7. I travel a lot. I've been to 20-some states and 6 countries (Spain, Holland, France, The United States, the Philippines, and Japan). I'm used to loooooong boring car and airplane rides. To get to Spain, I had to stop at an airport in Holland. Something happened and for some reason we missed our flight. Yeah. Oops. So we had to sleep in an airport overnight. The chairs weren't very comfortable, but at least I had time to finish a book.

8. I'm a tree-hugger and animal-lover. I hate pollution and animal cruelty. Some people say that they don't like some types of animals because they're ugly or they kill people or whatever. But I don't dislike any animals at all. And...Uhh...That's it.


So, Cruz is the one who tagged me. I guess I have to tag a few people now too. So I tag Darkjewel, Door-Knob-Eating-Carpet-Licker, Firenze, Dark Wolf, Robert Varulfur, Levi, Avalon, and Awesomeness Looks Good With Wings.

So, I'll leave comments on your blogs, people. You don't have to do this if you don't feel like it but whatever.





~Nixx

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

Ahh, where have all the flowers gone?

When you look outside, do you see the wonder of nature? Or do you see the chaos that we humans have left behind? Do you see trees and flowers and green and wittle bunnies or do you see buildings and litter and gray and stray animals wandering around with their ribs sticking out of their sides?

Think of how even fifty years ago, you could take a glance out your window and see glorious nature. And now you can't.


And it's not just the environment, either. It's the animals.

The poor animals. It's their planet, too, and we stole it from them. We destroy their habitats and replace them with huge factories and homes and useless shopping malls and stores.

I mean, really, how many Walgreen's do you need? How many Wall Marts do you need? Not as many as there are in existence now.

Don't these people realize what they're doing? They're destroying the animals' habitats by building these pointless places throughout the world.

When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn?

SONGS

These are a few awesome songs. Well, that's my opinion, and I don't know if you like them or not. And, frankly, I don't care if you hate them. Ha ha.


What I've Done -- Linkin Park
Breaking the Habit -- Linkin Park
Have You Ever Seen the Rain? -- CCR
Move Along -- All American Rejects
Numb -- Linkin Park
Bad Moon Rising -- CCR
Hey There Delilah -- Plain White Tees
Eleanor Rigby -- The Beatles
Iron Man -- Black Sabbath
PB N Jellyfish -- Linkin Park
Bubbles -- Linkin Park
26 Lettaz In Da Alphabet -- Linkin Park


Of course, I like waaay more songs, too, but these are my favorites.

By the way, those last three songs are mad funny. I guess Linkin Park wrote them when they were incredibly bored or something.




~shadowolf

Are You Environmentally Conscious?

Are you? Take this quiz and find out for yourself!


Just click on the pic!


Anyway, I have tiny egret feet. It rocks, man.









~shadowolf

SMUR

Hey. You guys should check out this awesome blog. My friend made it. His stories are chock full of detailed smurness. Anyway, his name is door-knob-eating-carpet-licker. If you like Maximum Ride or books like that, you should totally look at his blog. His stories are all action-packed and humorous, like Max's.


Random bears at a safari -->




~shadowolf