More Ideas

Cooking: A regular drinking cup with a spout-thingy, so you can pour boiling water on your ramen noodles without loosing vital organs.

Greek Myths: In the myths, Aphrodite gets married to Hepa-something ( the steel-worker dude), because Zeus makes her. She's the goddess of love! She should be able to marry whoever, since I'm guessing she's goddess of marriage through that relation! She could break up the marriage, make Zeus love her, and go marry Ares. Happily ever after.
Also, what's up with her having one kid? Love = Lust = Sex = Babies? She has ONE KID? While the smart gods have 20? WHAAAT?


I'll stop rambling here :)

Also, I hate forwarding messages untruthfully. I never really cared about them anyhow, but the fact that I get some like 'Send these to 14 pretty girls that you love!'

Why?

I sent that email to 4 people, including the person who sent it to me.

I don't love anyone but those 4. Really.

And I'm not giving ANYONE the niceness of calling them pretty and all. Those four are my four besties. So go suck it, because all you others (except maybe Taylor Swift) are not.

I'm sorry if that was mean.

I'll give you a hug if that makes you feel better.

T_T

I Have An Idea

This could be my idea blog :D

My blog for things that I think up. But not things like the warrior-ess Mneme or how we really should have more talking sock puppets named Steve, but things that...

the human race could generally accomplish if they took the time.

No really.

Like, not shoelaces that tie themselves (that's new technology). Just like the above.

Of course, I'll also rant and things, and not be nice, but I have a notebook that I started to be filled with this stuff.
Let's go.

Computers: Having a setting so that you can switch the bottom bar on Windows 7 (like the task bar) to be on the top of the screen, and the buttons to close the window and minimize it on the bottom. That way, every time you go to close the window, you'd click the clock, making you constantly check the time and be more aware of how late it is.

Comebacks: "Water is the best." My mom always says that. "But then, how come you're making me drink medicine? Water should be the one healing me!"

Computers: Voice-recognition, but without having to yell, and being able to have YOUR voice recognized.

Art: Have mechanical pencils that have colored lead. It would be so helpful to everyone on the universe if you didn't have to sharpen!

You see? Stuff like that. I-don't-know-how-to-do-it-but-I-want-it-anyway stuff. That's what she said.

Buhbye. It's late.

Keep Hands and Arms Inside the Craft at All Times

First of all, how can you have your arm out of the craft if your hand isn't out? Like, an elbow?

Either way.

I'm not sure what to do with this blog. I should do something that would get me noticed. Something awesome.

But there's not much awesome in me that I could put on the web.

Hip, hip, hooray, for dee-en-ay!

My only talent is learning weird songs about racist socks.

Black socks,
They never get dirty,
The more I wear them,
The blacker they get.

Black socks,
I think I should wash them,
But something inside me says
'No, not yet.'

That.
It has a tune and everything. I can't believe someone would take time and effort to put a tune to that and rhyme it.

But then again, I'll write a poem now just to prove it doesn't take much time.

I'm writing this thing as a dare,
And that isn't exactly fair
I did this myself
Without the use of an elf
And now I'll go rip out my hair.

I was planning for this post to be a short one. I always plan that. Then I ramble on and on, and I forget that I wanted it to be short.

I'm not sure why I have chickens in my background for this blog.
I think it's because...I don't know. They looked cute. The colors were easy to match. I think that was why.

Black socks.

Welcome To My Brainless World.

All aboard flight 818 to no girl's land.

This is my ramble, not care what people think blog. If you don't like it, go screw yourself.

I'm not being nice anymore.