Amanda and I saw Robots tonight. It was good, funny, sure, but not like freaking Shrek funny or anything. Fender breaking out into Britiny Spears was a particular high note. I thought the guy next to me was going to EXPLODE and DIE when ever he burst out into maniac laughter. Now, THAT man could gafaw.

I got my aforementioned ceramic bowl back, all fired and glossed and pretty green and black so it matches my room. Hurrah for color schemes! I'm call it my "Orochimaru Bowl," not simply because I'm a big nerd, but more so because I found two Japanese character stencils when I was painting it, so on one side is "eternal" and on the other side is "life", and then in a big dorky epiphany I realized, hey, Orochimaru is all eternally-life-full, and so to top it off I put his signature evil curse symbol thingy in the center of the inside of the bowl, and VOILA, OROCHIMARU BOWL OF ETERNAL CANDY (until I run out of candy. . .) was born. All right. . .so maybe it is actually just because I'm a big nerd. That's okay. I've come to terms with it.

So it turns out my big brother found and reads my blog. (As opposed to my little brother, obviously. You know, the other one that doesn't exist. Or. . .maybe he does. . .after all, he is very tiny and could be hiding under my sofa. OR, he could have been living just a few hundred miles away all this time and parental figures just neglected to inform me about it. I mean, how often does THAT happen? (Lookit me slip those clever inside jokes in under the radar like that, ho ho.)) Should I be feeling overly conscious from now on about what I blog? Terrified about the concept of Sean only just realizing after all this time of me putting up so much tame and mature charade about what an insane, crazy freak his little sister is? READING ALL ABOUT MY DARK, TWISTED, DOOMY SECRETS ABOUT DEATH, MURDER, AND DID I MENTION DOOM? Probably, so from now on, no more swearing or talking about dirty things or anything not perfect and unsaintly --

SHIT, MUTANT BUNNIES EATING YOUR SOUL, FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK, NERDY FANGIRLISH GIGGLING, PENIS, DIRTY PORN. . .and ohmigod. . .DOOMY DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

-- ooooooor. . .not. Yeah, screw that idea. *Feeds it to her mutant bunnies* Seanathan, you must jump on the bandwagon and create your own blog so we can blog insanely together, as only two siblings living vast provinces apart can. And please post pictures of your kitties~ :3

I have nothing else to ramble about tonight. This was supposed to be a short post, but it sort of became long and drawn out, as all of my posts usually do when I get carried away. Tomorrow night, looking forward to gigantanormous game party at Brock's. (Seanathan, Brock owns two games called "Zombies" and "Killer Bunnies and the Quest for the Magic Carrot." They are both the epitome of awesome. He's also played "Settlers of Catan" and liked it. Look at the mess you've made, you brought that nefarious game to St. Albert and it began infecting my friends. EVIL.)

Oh yes, and I wrote you a special dedication post and everything. You are now obligated to leave an equally as charming comment in the mighty comment box. ¬__¬ . . .OF DOOM!