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I’m getting rather forgetful that I have this blog — especially with school overloading me with homework every night. I promise to do better in the future.

Okay. Let’s get down to business. I am now offering free commissions on my deviantArt page, so feel free to message me to get your free original piece of art made by mwa. More information on the commissions can be found here, and please do not hesitate to ask for more information. I’m in a very artsy mood, so I’ll try to get to your requests as soon as possible. 🙂

 

 

Absolutely Nothing Of Consequence

I HEREBY DECLARE WAR ON PEACE AND HAPPINESS! SOON ALL WILL TREMBLE BEFORE ME!!!!!!

I swear, if they don’t make an Incredibles Two, I will go over to Pixar headquarters and —

Eh, never mind.

I just went to GoogleTranslate and typed in “I’m sick”, and it gave me “aeger sum” in Latin. Then I wondered if it was a direct translation, so I swapped the two phrases and translated “aeger sum” to English. The actual translation of “aeger sum” is “I am a sick man.” Not necessarily what I meant, as I am definitely a woman, not a man, and am feeling ill, not sick as in perverted. But I’m not even sure if that’s what it meant anyway. Oh well.

I am such a dunce…

Anyway, yes I have a “slight” cold, the symptoms of which I will not disclose in detail for the sake of your lunch. (Or whatever your next meal will be.) I’ve already gone through two boxes of Kleenex since yesterday morning.

Yeah, it’s not pretty.

I’m allergic to everything in this state and every desert worldwide, so colds tend to be a little harsher for me than the majority of the populous.

I’ve been home alone all day. Having watched all of the movies in my arsenal, I broke into my mom’s room and snatched one of her chick flicks, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Two. And I sat through the entire thing and actually teared up a bit during certain parts. I know, pathetic. But give me a break! Even the Perennial Ruling Monarch is allowed to have the occasional dopey teenage girl moment.

All this alone time has lead me to resort back to divulging in Ron/Hermione fanfics. There actually are some pretty good ones! I’m in the middle of  a 1000+ page one that happens between their 5th and 6th years at Hogwarts. Aside from the *cough* language (did Ron cuss this much in the books?) it is genuinely a good story. It actually has a credible plot, unlike some other fics I’ve read. I’d tell you the name of it, but I honestly can’t remember it for the life of me. Whenever I find a good fic I copy and paste it into Microsoft Word so that I can change the font size and spelling errors as I come across them. Also, if it’s good enough, I’ll probably print the fic out.

As I really have nothing of importance to blog about right now, I think I’ll get back to trying to decide whether to watch Disney’s Tarzan, Tangled, or Up. Decisions, decisions.

My goal in life is to become so awesome that I will need no sleep or social interaction. Then I will become a writer/animator/producer/director/CEO of Pixar Animation Studios. My first five-star movie will be The Incredibles Two, followed by a sequel to Brave (which, I can already tell, will be a mango-smoothie worthy movie), and a series of movies based after my various books. I will also have a second job working night shifts as a surgeon at a hospital. (Both my sister and my mother have demanded that I support them financially in their old age.)

Oh, and before I sign off, I want to thank all of you reading this for subscribing to my blog. I can’t believe I’ve actually gotten 75 views!

 

*EDIT: I just found this video documentary of John Lasseter’s life on YouTube. He’s the head of Pixar right now. But someday, I will take his place. How did he lose his job, you ask? Nothing you can prove….

Just kidding — he willingly signed the contract handing the company over to me once I come of age. Sure, he thought it was just the receipt for his pizza, but hey — I have it in ink!

 

Cave Mortis

I just realized that it’s been a year since I read the final installment to The Hunger Games.

**AH! Mockingjay just came in the mail, and I’m totally freaking out! I think the delivery guy must think I belong in a nut-house, cuz I screamed and almost (emphasis on ALMOST) hugged him when he handed me the package! AHHHH! I’m going to turn into a hermit until I finish this book… Be warned: if you disturb me while I’m reading this book, I will give you an Evil Eye to match Medusa’s. You will not be happy. AHHH!**

^^ So were the words of the spazzing fan girl who just received the package she had been waiting for for over half a year. It was a happy day.

If you haven’t read The Hunger Games trilogy yet, then you need to get off the computer and drive to your nearest bookstore. Look in the YA section under “Collins, Suzanne.” By the whole darn series and pull an all-nighter until you finish the series. This is not a suggestion. This is an order from the Perennial Ruling Monarch. Go. Read. Them. Now. Or. I. Will. Set. The. Crouls. On. You.

Mrs. Norris

HAHAHAHAHA!!!

If you don’t get the joke, then you are a sad, sorry little Muggle, and you have my pity.

So I was just checking out the latest post on Embracing Insanity, and decided to do a similar post of my own. As I really don’t know who Chuck Norris is, I think the best way for me to explain this is to quote Aloha:

“I found a website (courtesy of SquirrelGirl’s deviantArt page…) that takes your first name and gender to write things that sound like the punchline of a Norris joke.”

Here’s the website used to create these particular bits of epicness. (Parenthesis indicate my sarcastic input.)

 

Mangoz is ten feet tall, weighs two-tons, breathes fire, could eat a hammer and take a shotgun blast standing. (And here I thought I was slimming down…)

Sticks and stones may break your bones, but a Mangoz glare will liquefy your kidneys.

Mangoz actually owns IBM. It was an extremely hostile takeover.

Mangoz was originally offered the role as Frodo in Lord of the Rings. She declined because, “Only a pussy would need three movies to destroy a piece of jewelery.”

Faster than a speeding bullet … more powerful than a locomotive … able to leap tall buildings in a single bound… yes, these are some of Mangoz’s warm-up exercises.

In an emergency, Mangoz can be used as a floatation device.

Mangoz can split the atom. With her bare hands.

To be, or not to be? That is the question. The answer? Mangoz.

Godzilla is a Japanese rendition of Mangoz’s first visit to Tokyo. (They were out of mangoes at the local market.)

Mangoz can hit you so hard that she can actually alter your DNA. Decades from now your descendants will occasionally clutch their heads and yell “What the hell was that?”

Mangoz grinds her coffee with her teeth and boils the water with her own rage. (She isn’t a morning person.)

A Handicap parking sign does not signify that this spot is for handicapped people. It is actually in fact a warning, that the spot belongs to Mangoz and that you will be handicapped if you park there.

Mangoz doesn’t have a bank account. She just tells the bank how much she needs. (With the help of her little friend.)

Give a man a fish, and you will feed him for a day. Give a man anything that is better than a fish, and Mangoz will beat his ass and take it. (Take THAT, dominating male population!)

The phrase ‘dead ringer’ refers to someone who sits behind Mangoz in a movie theater and forgets to turn their cell phone off.

Mangoz cannot predict the future; the future just better do what Mangoz says. (I’ll get back to you on that after next year’s elections.)

Mangoz doesn’t daydream. She is too busy giving other people nightmares.

Mangoz describes human beings as “a sociable holder for blood and guts”.

Mangoz does not “style” her hair. It lays perfectly in place out of sheer terror.

When Mangoz does push-ups, she does not push herself up. She pushes the Earth down.

Mangoz knows the last digit of pi.

Rosa Parks refused to get out of her seat because she was saving it for Mangoz.

Mangoz can do a wheelie on a unicycle.

4 out of 5 doctors fail to recommend Mangoz as a solution to most problems. Also, 80% of doctors die unexplained, needlessly brutal deaths.

Mr. T once defeated Mangoz in a game of Tic-Tac-Toe. In retaliation, Mangoz invented racism.

Dinosaurs went extinct because of the Mangozaurus.

Mangoz invented all 32 letters of the alphabet.

When Mangoz falls in water, Mangoz doesn’t get wet. Water gets Mangoz.

Some people wear Superman pajamas. Superman wears Mangoz pajamas.

If you gave Mangoz a typewriter and 0.000000000000000000001th of a second she can write the Complete Works of Shakespeare.

Mangoz did in fact, build Rome in a day.

The square root of Mangoz is pain. Do not try to square Mangoz, the result is death.

Mangoz is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for her left and right legs.

Mangoz was once in a knife fight, and the knife lost.

Mangoz has the greatest Poker-Face of all time. She won the 1983 World Series of Poker, despite holding only a Joker, a Get out of Jail Free Monopoloy card, a 2 of clubs, 7 of spades and a green #4 card from the game UNO.

There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Mangoz allows to live.

Mangoz once went skydiving, but promised never to do it again. One Grand Canyon is enough.

When Mangoz breaks the law, the law doesn’t heal.

Mangoz once finished “The Song that Never Ends”.

Aliens DO indeed exist. They just know better than to visit a planet that Mangoz is on.

The original title for Alien vs. Predator was Alien and Predator vs Mangoz. The film was cancelled shortly after going into preproduction. No one would pay nine dollars to see a movie fourteen seconds long.

Bill Gates lives in constant fear that Mangoz’s PC will crash.

As President Roosevelt said: “We have nothing to fear but fear itself. And Mangoz.” (Smart guy.)

The truth will set you free. Unless Mangoz has you, in which case, forget it buddy!

When Mangoz sneeze, she don’t say “Atchoo” she says “DIE EVERYONE!!!”. That’s what happens next.

They once made a Mangoz toilet paper, but there was a problem — It wouldn’t take sh*t from anybody.

Mangoz enjoys a good practical joke. Her favorite is where she removes your lower intestine and pretends to make a balloon animal out of it. Then she cracks your skull open with a Volvo for not complimenting her on her balloon animal.

Mangoz is not Politically Correct. She is just Correct. Always.

‘Icy-Hot’ is too weak for Mangoz. After a workout, Mangoz rubs her muscles down with liquid-hot MAGMA. (Taken from her bloodstream.)

The reason newborn babies cry is because they know they have just entered a world with Mangoz. (Needless to say, she’s not good with kids.)

Scientists believe the world began with the “Big Bang”. Mangoz shrugs it off as a “bad case of gas”.

Mangoz once ordered a steak in a restaurant. The steak did what it was told. (It drove itself straight though Edward Cullen’s slimy little heart.)

Mangoz doesn’t stub her toes. She accidentally destroys chairs, bed frames, and sidewalks.

Mangoz crossed the road. No one has ever dared question her motives. (Not even the chicken.)

Mangoz can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night.

Mangoz sleeps with a pillow under her gun.

After taking a steroids test, doctors informed Mangoz that she had tested positive. She laughed upon receiving this information, and said “Of course my urine tested positive, what do you think they make steroids from?”

The United States could save billions in defense funding if they trade the Military for Mangoz.

The opening scene of the movie “Saving Private Ryan” is loosely based on games of dodgeball Mangoz played in second grade.

When Mangoz goes to donate blood, she declines the syringe, and instead requests a hand gun and a bucket.

Jack Bauer tried to use his detailed knowledge of torture techniques, but to no avail: Mangoz thrives on pain. Mangoz then ripped off Jack Bauer’s arm and beat him to death with it. Game, set, match.

When Mangoz looks in a mirror the mirror shatters, because not even glass is stupid enough to get in between Mangoz and Mangoz.

Mangoz can’t finish a “color by numbers” because her markers are filled with the blood of her victims. Unfortunately, all blood is dark red. (She uses her Vulcan victims for other purposes.)

“Brokeback Mountain” is not just a movie. It’s also what Mangoz calls the pile of dead ninjas in her front yard.

Mangoz can hold her breathe for nine years.

Crop circles are Mangoz’s way of telling the world that sometimes corn needs to lie down.

Hellen Keller’s favorite color is Mangoz.

Remember The Ultimate Warrior? She quit wrestling because Mangoz wanted her nickname back.

There is no such thing as global warming. Mangoz was cold, so she turned the sun up.

Noah was the only man notified before Mangoz relieved herself in the Atlantic Ocean.

July 4th is Independence day. And the day Mangoz was born. Coincidence? I think not.

Mangoz never goes to the dentist because her teeth are unbreakable. Her enemies never go to the dentist because they have no teeth. (As she considers everyone her enemy, all dentists have gone out of business.)

Mangoz starts everyday with a protein shake made from Carnation Instant Breakfast, one dozen eggs, pure Colombian cocaine, and rattlesnake venom. She injects it directly into her neck with a syringe. (She named it “Washington D.C.”)

On the SAT if you put Mangoz for every answer you will score over 8000.

A picture is worth a thousand words. A Mangoz is worth 1 billion words.

Once a cobra bit Mangoz’s leg. After five days of excruciating pain, the cobra died.

The quickest way to a man’s heart is with Mangoz’s fist.

When Mangoz was born, the only person who cried was the doctor. Never slap Mangoz.

There’s an order to the universe: space, time, Mangoz…. Just kidding, Mangoz is first.

When Mangoz plays Monopoly, it affects the actual world economy. (She’s not very good.)

Mangoz played Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun and won.

If you spell Mangoz in Scrabble, you win. Forever.

We all know the magic word is please. As in the sentence, “Please don’t kill me.” Too bad Mangoz doesn’t believe in magic. (And yet she’s still waiting for her Hogwarts letter of acceptance.)

Mangoz doesn’t bowl strikes, she just knocks down one pin and the other nine faint.

Most people know that Descarte said, “I think, therefore I am.” What most people don’t know is that that quote continues, “…afraid of Mangoz.”

If it looks like chicken, tastes like chicken, and feels like chicken but Mangoz says its beef, then it’s beef.

When Mangoz is ready to wake up, she tells the sun to get above the horizon. (If only it would listen to her…)

Mangoz is not only a noun, but a verb.

M.C. Hammer learned the hard way that Mangoz can touch this.

 

Go do your own and post some of the results in your comments below!

(heehee)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twitard

Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Mangoness.

Quote Of The Day

“We can’t command our love, but we can our actions.” — Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Go to the link!! Go to it!! Now!!! I’ll wait for you, just go! (If I wasn’t serious about this link, then I wouldn’t have used excessive question marks, which I normally find tacky and irritating, unless they are used in proper context. Like now. Now stop reading this and go to the darn link!!)

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♫ I’ve got the moves like Jagger ♫

….dum dee doo wop….

You finished yet? Oh, you’ve been finished for ten minutes? Sorry ’bout that…

Doesn’t that look epic (the movie trailer)? I really hate it when Hollywood throws in some pointless and disgusting xes scene, bumping the rating up to R and preventing “innocent” -18 citizens like me from seeing it until it come out on DVD and we convince the library assistants that we’re checking it out for our dad who doesn’t have a library card. Not that I’ve ever done that, but it seems like a well-formulated plan nonetheless! (I’m so happy that’s a real word!)

I just realized I still have some Dr. Pepper in my mug. My day is complete.

So I was just watching the trailer for Breaking Dawn Part 1. However stupid the storyline may be, the trailer was pretty hilarious. (Especially because I know the song they’re playing in the background and it totally clashes with the [spoiler alert] “Ooh, I’m getting married to a sparkly vampire, and then we’re going to hook up like a bazillion times even though doing so will most likely give me several major injuries — including, but not limited to, broken bones, concussion(s), and extensive internal bleeding — and then I may or may not get pregnant with an illegal half-human half-vampire child that will instantly be targeted by the 1,000-year-old vampire kings and then my ex-boyfriend will establish a lifelong crush on my newborn, ultimately becoming my son-in-law and this is totally okay because it would never have worked with him and me in the first place because he actually has a personality and a sense of humor — not to mention body heat” storyline.) I can’t believe there are 768 pages devoted to this…

Some of the aspects of the trailer which I found quite entertaining are 1) the wedding invitation was waterproof, 2) Jacob decides to yank his shirt off and continue running for a few seconds before morphing into a wolf so that everyone can admire his totally amazing abbs, and 3) they actually show a clip of Edtard breaking the bed on their honeymoon night *cackling madly*. <– There are some things that you have to find amusing, no matter how perverted they may be. And that is one of them. XD

So I was thinking that I should point out their absolutely sensible relationship, the one reaction from fans of all ages, rainbow prancing, the Grim Reaper‘s reaction, and the real story. Don’t you love deviantArt?

Before I resume my internal taunting of all things Twilight, I wish to let you know that I’m no longer going to be doing the “Quote of the Day” or “Homework” sections of my blogs. From now on they will be pure ranting.

Tata!

–Mangoz

Mango Impossible

Your mango, should you choose to accept it, involves the recovery of a stolen storyline designated “ClichĂ©.”

 

Quote Of The Day

“People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.” –Lemony Snicket (The Grim Grotto)

Aren’t you proud of me? It’s not Einstein today!

 

Cruising On Down Mainstreet (Feeling Relaxed And Feeling Good)*

I love how no matter how many times Ethan Hunt gets punched/kicked/slapped/sliced-with-a-knife in the face, his hair always falls perfectly back into place with not a single strand out of order. Not to mention the thirty-plus dramatic flips he does in the end “battle” sequence without pausing to catch his breath. Or how he manages to kill every evil henchmen with two punches, but it takes him twenty minutes of non-stop butt-whooping to take down their leader, who ends up getting a hold of a gun just as he seems to be dying, causing Mr. Cruise (oops, I just blew his cover…) to dramatically kick up his own gun (lying conveniently at his feet), dodge a poorly aimed bullet, perform another perfectly choreographed somersault, and finally shoot the darn guy three times in the back. Way to be thorough, Tom, when you could have done the smart thing and shoot him BEFORE the whole fistfight, saving a lot of time, motorcycles, and hair appointments. And then he just gets up and walk away with only two small scratches to show he were in any kind of skirmish at all. And all of this was completed in time for him to inject the “love of his life” with the serum that saves her life so that they can run happily off into the sunset where they will be together until the next movie, where he elopes with Michael Jackson’s twin sister. And don’t get me started about the clichĂ© scientist complete with the eccentric hair-do, glasses, and distinguishable foreign accent…

Whew! That’s been building up for a while — can you tell?

 

Bouquet of Scorpions

Sorry about not posting sooner; I was momentarily sidetracked by surfing DeviantArt for Rose/Scorpius fanart for the fic I’m working on. I only have a page and a half right now, but I’ll post a little excerpt that I’m quite proud of.

 

**A few moments later, the small family was sitting in their blue Ford Anglia, a wicker basket squashed between the two children containing a rather disgruntled cat, who looked as if it had run face first into a brick wall one time too many. The children looked on with amusement as their father attempted to shove the house key into the cigarette lighter, barely containing their laughter as his ears went bright red when their mother patiently corrected him. Once the familiar hum of the engine made its appearance, Ron put the gearshift into reverse and promptly drove into the waste bin, the neighboring mailbox, and a stray chicken that swiftly decided the other side of the road really wasn’t worth it.

After a roller coaster of a ride that involved many honks from passersby and a few choice words from Ron, the Weasleys arrived at the King’s Cross Station with twenty minutes to spare. Once the car was parked haphazardly in at least three parking spaces, Rose threw open the door, collapsed onto the asphalt, and promptly said a word of thanks to whoever invented the emergency brake.**

 

I’m particularly fond of the second half of the last sentence in the first paragraph.

And, no; the cat is not Crookshanks. (Take a second to really look at his name for a second. If you’ve read any British books — that may or may not be necessarily — clean you’ll understand why my semi-perverted mind finds that quiet amusing.)

Keep in mind that this is a work in progress and was written at around 1:00 am while I was on a massive, Dr. Pepper-evoked sugar high.

 

You are so jealous of my sense of humor, and you can’t deny it. I am hilarious. I can spend hours entertaining myself by just thinking. Who gives a mango about Comedy Central when you can have my brain around? Uh huh, that’s right: No one. I am the physical representation of all things humorous.

Just kidding; if I were really all that funny I would have more than two friends who I still see on a regular basis. (But I actually do spend hours entertaining myself by thinking of “hilarious” statements that no one else understands. It’s pretty sad, I know.)

 

And Now For Something Completely Different

My sister and I were sitting around earlier, she reading Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (<– what a mouthful!) and me reading a book called Halo (no, not based after the video game). Now see, I get very animated when I’m reading, occasionally blurting out remarks on how stupid or hot certain characters are and my reoccurring opinion on how the story would have been so much better if a mango wearing a propeller hat would drop from the sky and start belly dancing. Now THAT would be a NYTB-worthy book!

My train of thought just derailed. . . . .
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You’re waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don’t know for sure! *cackling madly*

Oh, yeah! So I got really PO-ed at a certain character and instinctively made a farting noise with my mouth in his general direction (don’t worry, Tylkia — I didn’t get any spit on your book). My sister looked up at me and said gravely, “I think you could give Peeves a run for his money.”

Ah, the joys of sisterhood…

I couldn’t stop laughing. It is true that I have a tendency to blow raspberries at unsuspecting strangers, and there may have had a few chalk-throwing issues up till fourth grade (though nobody can prove it was me). Oh, and I wouldn’t recommend letting me anywhere near water guns or walking sticks.

 

We were on a family vacation in a lakeside cabin in Indiana this past July. As I’m terrible at socializing — especially with that particular side of my family — I packed four books, read all of them over the expanse of three days, and bought four more from various local bookstores (including the Borders at the airport, five minutes before boarding the plane). On our second day at the lake I was reading a scene in Tiger’s Curse where one of the characters (who was currently in white tiger mode) was having a face off with a brought-to-life tiger statue. It took me a few moments to realize that I was actually growling and hissing at the book, and by then all of my extended family was looking at me as if I had just sprouted mango trees out of my ears.

Have I mentioned that I constantly amuse myself?

 

Your Homework is to describe to me IN DETAIL what kind of salad you would be, including, but not limited to, all of your ingredients, what they stand for, and the properties of the bowl you were mixed in.

From this point on I will be giving you up to 20 points for each homework assignment you complete. Once you reach 100 points I will draw you a pretty picture! (Trust me; it’ll be worth it. I am, after all, the Llama Art Specialist.)

 

My criteria for awarding points is as follows:

Originality — 10 points
Intrigue — 5 points
Full Completion of What Was Asked — 5 points
(Bonus points awarded if mangoes are involved.)

 

I’m such a hard grader, aren’t I?

 

Starly yours,

M. Mangoz
Perennial Ruling Monarch of the Queendom of Madelasia
Head of all Mango Development

 

 

*…next thing that you know you’re saying “Waahoo!” (I’ll give you 5 extra homework points if you can tell me where this is from!)

 

 

 

It’s The Green Lantern, Charlie Brown!

 

What to mango, what to mango. Now that is the question!

 

Quote Of The Day:

“Computers are incredibly fast, accurate and stupid. Human beings are incredibly slow, inaccurate and brilliant. Together they are powerful beyond imagination.” –Albert Einstein

(I may as well rename this to “Albert Einstein Quote Of The Day”)

 

Post-if-i-cation Time, Come On!

So I am currently obsessing over this YouTube video that reminds me of one of my books, The Crystal Shadow:

 

No, my characters don’t resemble any of Disney’s (unless Disney has a movie featuring kick-butt elves that participate in epic battles) (which it may once I finish my book and movie companies are stumbling over each other trying to get movie rights for it), but the dialogue matches a bunch of the scenes in my book. It’s unnervingly awesome! *froths at mouth*

Anyway, I really should be working on my homework, so I’ll try to make this short. (Yeah right — like that’s going to happen any time soon.)

 

A Note On Elves:

Okay. I have some ground rules when it comes to distinguishing elves. You know those short creatures with squashy noses, red cheeks, and plump appendages that are employed in Santa’s* Workshop? Those are not elves. Those are vertically disinclined (haha, “disinclined”. . .) Canadians with slightly deformed ears. Read The Lord of the Rings trilogy to get the correct description of the elvish culture.

Having grown up with Tolkien’s allegories since the tender age of two when I walked in on my father and uncle as they were watching the newly released Fellowship of the Ring movie, my acute definition of the elven creature lead me to early disdain and contempt for the “Santa Claus” fables. Ever since, irritation has flooded me every time I see one of those sickening picture books featuring the squat, gnome-like creatures with cheesy smiles plastered on their shiny visages. . .

 

As For Harpies. . .

If you haven’t realized by now, I have a rather. . . unique sense of humor, which is shown in part through my knack for conjuring completely random titles that generally have a hidden meaning and/or inside joke to them. “It’s The Green Lantern, Charlie Brown!” is a perfect example of this habit.

Last night at Missionettes (an organization at my grandma’s church), we spent the entire night celebrating the August birthdays of four of the members in our shrinking club. We had marble cake, mini cupcakes, and those soft, cake-like cookies with the addictingly delicious, fluffy frosting that make you sick to your stomach if you eat more than five in one sitting. Lets just say that I haven’t been too fond of any particularly sweet substances today. . . Anyway, the cake had bright green and blue frosting and a bazillion sprinkles, making it the second-happiest-looking cake I have digested. (I can still see the blinding hues burned into my retinas every time I close my eyes.) One of the girls handed me a plate of this sugar packed cacophony of colors, and, due to my inability to say anything that makes the least bit of sense to anyone but me, the first words out of my mouth were “It’s the Green Lantern, Charlie Brown!”

Sometimes I even surprise myself with my total lack of coherent sentences.

 

Your Homework is to create a character profile of a Mohnsta purely out of your imagination using the template below:

Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Personal appearance:
Experiences/background:
Habits, gestures:
Loves:
Hates:
Hobbies/pastimes:
Good at:
Bad at:
Basic nature:
Fears:
Expresses anger how:
Character defect/flaw:
One line characterization:
One Paragraph Summary:

 

I actually posted two days in a row! Aren’t you proud of me? Tune in tomorrow for a guest post from RocketshipMeatPies (http://wp.me/1M5gT) and some more Incredibly Nerdy Moments.

 

It’s late, and I really must get back to the dreaded homework, so, to quote Vash Newtwagger, toodaloo!

 

Starly yours,

M. Mangoz
Perennial Ruling Monarch of the queendom of Madelasia

 

*did you know that the notorious spell check doesn’t recognize that as a word? And yet “Sasquatch” doesn’t have red squiggly lines underneath it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Clear As Mud

Mango, thou art truly a gift from heaven above.

 

Quote Of The Day:

“Common sense is nothing more than a deposit of prejudices laid down by the mind before you reach eighteen.” — Albert Einstein

 

Where Oh Where Has My Prairie Dog Gone?

So, to start things out, yes, I realize that the background is currently a picture of bananas. That’s just ‘cus I’m bananas about mangoes! I am in the midst of designing a banner and will post it as soon as it is finished.

 

Sorry about not being a diligent blogger — I’ve been stressed with hours of homework and knitting for the past week or so. Blame my teachers. I can’t believe that I’ve been in school for only a week and yet I seem to have been assigned more homework than all of last quarter! Ah, well. If it grows dendrites, I’m all for it. Even if it means staying up till 11 with homework. However, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be the happiest ray of sunshine the next morning.

 

I had a rather… entertaining… experience a t 10:15 Monday night. I was imitating a zombie as I walked to my room, all 86 of my Spanish vocabulary phrases buzzing through my head. I had just turned the knob when I heard something strange coming from inside my room. Shaking like a Chihuahua*, I quickly identified the ticking noise to be that of a pipe bomb and sprinted away from my slightly ajar door singing “Snape, Snape, Severus Snape” between each footfall. About twenty steps later I remembered that my mom had just hung a particularly loud wall clock above my door. Sheepishly, I checked to make sure that no one had seen my little escapade, then, remembering that I was the entire household was asleep but me, walked nonchalantly back to my room and tried to regain what was left of my dignity.

Can you figure it out?

Ah, the joys of being a nerd…

 

Homework:

Anywho (shut up, spell check), since my background art is still in progress, I’ve decided that you (all three of my current subscribers) can have a say as to what the final picture will include. Your homework is to tell me via “Reply(ies)” what I should include in my drawing. It can be anything, anything at all, as long as it doesn’t include a pipe bomb. Also, if you would like me to design a background for your blog, leave details for that in your reply as well.

 

Starly yours,

M. Mangoz
Llama Art Specialist and head of Mango Development.

 

*nasty little rat demons…

Mango Lover

Ah, the glorious Mango, how I covet your beautiful golden innards.

Quote Of The Day:

“Any fool can know. The point is to understand.” — Albert Einstein
Has anyone else noticed how Al seems to favour the word “fool”?

I just found a video worth of postification (oh, shut up, spell checker):

Good song. I actually teared up a bit during it…

TRANSITION  Tobuscus, anyone?

And Now For Something Completely Different

My overactive imagination has been pretty busy with the concept for Harvesting Mangoes tonight, so I may divvy up a few pages tomorrow. And who knows? Maybe a few of those pages will end up here.

What a great first post, huh? Short, and totally unrelated.

Your Homework is to conjure a musical instrument out of your imagination. Tell me its name, what it looks like, and the first song that you would play if Harry Potter were to walk unannounced into your bedroom. “Headwig’s Theme” or any other HP songs don’t count. Be creative!