...with my iPhone.
Seriously, I don't know how I lived without it before! Now I can go on my Inkpop whenever I want.
Yeah boiiiii.
The point is...well, there isn't a point, but if there was one, it'd be that u heart my parents. Apparently it's a reward for behaving so well these at few years.
...Ahem.
So. Who's up for some Scrabble?
Saturday, August 7, 2010
How does Beve do it?!
I'm thinking you're more missiona—ahem, nevermind.
But seriously, how do you make such amazing covers??? Yes, I do creep your photobucket, eagerly awaiting when you'll make a new cover so my mind can be blown.
Dude.
Yes, I know, picnik.
But I do use picnik, and my stuff pales in comparison to yours.
And how do you find the images anyway?
But seriously, how do you make such amazing covers??? Yes, I do creep your photobucket, eagerly awaiting when you'll make a new cover so my mind can be blown.
Dude.
Yes, I know, picnik.
But I do use picnik, and my stuff pales in comparison to yours.
And how do you find the images anyway?
Friday, August 6, 2010
I think
that just about everybody has read Hao Jin-ah.
Seriously.
All the top Trendsetters have, and basically everybody else too.
How do I know this?
...No comment.
DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER
Seriously.
All the top Trendsetters have, and basically everybody else too.
How do I know this?
...No comment.
DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER
DUDE OMFG MY BRAIN IS THE SHIT.
An HJ/Cept crossover.
Later down the line, Bryan and Nate can like meet.
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Later down the line, Bryan and Nate can like meet.
Huh? Huh? Huh?
I think I'll start another promo thread for Cept and HJ.
It's up to you to bump since I'm leaving.
Bump like it's your job, Beve. A job that you're not getting paid to do.
I'm putting it in Random, so outbump them goshdarn CCs.
http://inkpop.com/forums/threads/24456/we-used-to-be-girls-/
Bump like it's your job, Beve. A job that you're not getting paid to do.
I'm putting it in Random, so outbump them goshdarn CCs.
http://inkpop.com/forums/threads/24456/we-used-to-be-girls-/
UGH.
I only have a little over than 1,100 words for chapter two.
I need at least another thousand by Sunday for SAAWAKM.
Grrrr.
Alright, well, I'm off to the mall, and then to get a haircut, and then to nag my optometrist to get me my furking glasses already.
It's been eight days, how long do polybicarbonate lenses take to get stuck in a frame?
Geezus.
What is polybicarbonate anyway? o.o
I need at least another thousand by Sunday for SAAWAKM.
Grrrr.
Alright, well, I'm off to the mall, and then to get a haircut, and then to nag my optometrist to get me my furking glasses already.
It's been eight days, how long do polybicarbonate lenses take to get stuck in a frame?
Geezus.
What is polybicarbonate anyway? o.o
The Orlando airport is like a giant mall
I mean, there's a hotel in it.
A hotel.
People are living above me as I'm going through security.
BLOWS MY MIND, MAN.
A hotel.
People are living above me as I'm going through security.
BLOWS MY MIND, MAN.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
All Stalkers Unite!
[Psst. Sista Beavah. This is to kickstart the creative genius in you. GET WRITING.]
CEPT:
So, uh, you're *looks down at palm* Nathaniel Oscar Jacob Alexander Carnabie? [I hope I got that right.] Wow, that's a mouthful. Anyways, I'm Bryan Chun. Yeah. Just Bryan. Chun. Nothing special...
ANYWAYS.
The thing is, I'm not too enthusiastic about this whole "bonding through characters" thing either. I mean, I just got dumped by this hot girl named Ria--
Donut: "It's not called getting dumped if you were never dating!"
--SHUT UP, DONUT! Ahem. Anyways, I got turned down by this hot girl named Ria, but it's all good. After Donut and I stalked her at the place she works...I mean...oh, come on. Donut's the one who brought binoculars. He thought it all up. I swear. The point is: Ria's my friend again. Kind of. The only thing that could go wrong now is if she starts dating somebody again!
Oh wait. She is.
But that's not the point. The point is...oh wait, I already stated a point.
The OTHER point is: now I've got to worry about Donut and his whole Make Cept the Fish King plan, and he's dragged Ria in it because she wants revenge on her ex-boyfriend who's a Pokemon, and then there's the whole My Son Should Be Focused on His Schoolwork Even Though He's Failing It thing with my dad and...
And...
And you don't even care. Or understand what's going on at all.
Okay.
Sorry.
I guess I'll let you talk about your quarter-life crisis now. Well. Eighth-life. Kind of.
Okay whatever. Just talk.
CEPT:
So, uh, you're *looks down at palm* Nathaniel Oscar Jacob Alexander Carnabie? [I hope I got that right.] Wow, that's a mouthful. Anyways, I'm Bryan Chun. Yeah. Just Bryan. Chun. Nothing special...
ANYWAYS.
The thing is, I'm not too enthusiastic about this whole "bonding through characters" thing either. I mean, I just got dumped by this hot girl named Ria--
Donut: "It's not called getting dumped if you were never dating!"
--SHUT UP, DONUT! Ahem. Anyways, I got turned down by this hot girl named Ria, but it's all good. After Donut and I stalked her at the place she works...I mean...oh, come on. Donut's the one who brought binoculars. He thought it all up. I swear. The point is: Ria's my friend again. Kind of. The only thing that could go wrong now is if she starts dating somebody again!
Oh wait. She is.
But that's not the point. The point is...oh wait, I already stated a point.
The OTHER point is: now I've got to worry about Donut and his whole Make Cept the Fish King plan, and he's dragged Ria in it because she wants revenge on her ex-boyfriend who's a Pokemon, and then there's the whole My Son Should Be Focused on His Schoolwork Even Though He's Failing It thing with my dad and...
And...
And you don't even care. Or understand what's going on at all.
Okay.
Sorry.
I guess I'll let you talk about your quarter-life crisis now. Well. Eighth-life. Kind of.
Okay whatever. Just talk.
I'm so torn...
I don't know what to do.
I just want to work on chapter dos of HJ, but I'm kept from that because I have so many furking swaps. ACK.
I think I'll just watch some old Nat Tran videos...
I just want to work on chapter dos of HJ, but I'm kept from that because I have so many furking swaps. ACK.
I think I'll just watch some old Nat Tran videos...
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
So I completely rewrote The Exception and now it's down to six chapters. Well, five and a half.
But now I've got a dilemma (sp?)...I like the original Cept better.
WHICH ONE DO I USE?!
Ugh.
DAM IT FREAKING FUH-REAKING ALL,
BEAVER
But now I've got a dilemma (sp?)...I like the original Cept better.
WHICH ONE DO I USE?!
Ugh.
DAM IT FREAKING FUH-REAKING ALL,
BEAVER
*hyperventilates*
Heheheheheheheheh.
OH MAH LORD.
Mandarr17 [author of Cover Me Again—which Bevey needs to read, by the way] just commented on Hao Jin-ah.
OH MAH LORD.
Like seriously, screw HarperCollins. The. author. of. cover. me. again. commmented. on. something. I. pulled. out. of. my. ass.
DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My life = fulfilled.
My mind = blown to orgasmic proportions.
OH MAH LORD.
Mandarr17 [author of Cover Me Again—which Bevey needs to read, by the way] just commented on Hao Jin-ah.
OH MAH LORD.
Like seriously, screw HarperCollins. The. author. of. cover. me. again. commmented. on. something. I. pulled. out. of. my. ass.
DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My life = fulfilled.
My mind = blown to orgasmic proportions.
Ugh. I'm starting to hate The Exception.
Because I'm rewriting it. Seriously.
UGHHHH NOOOOOO.
Somebody commented on it, saying there wasn't enough action, so now I'm rewriting it.
REWRITING IT.
I feel your pain, Dildo. Now I know how hard it is to rewrite Hao Jin-ah.
Ughhhhhhh.
DAM IT FREAKING FREAKING ALL,
BEAVER
UGHHHH NOOOOOO.
Somebody commented on it, saying there wasn't enough action, so now I'm rewriting it.
REWRITING IT.
I feel your pain, Dildo. Now I know how hard it is to rewrite Hao Jin-ah.
Ughhhhhhh.
DAM IT FREAKING FREAKING ALL,
BEAVER
*eye twitches*
So. Many. Swaps.
Shoot me.
So far, there are six people who have commented on HJ whose reads I need to return.
I have about three more to initiate because they couldn't go first.
And about twenty where neither of us have yet to take the initiative.
And most of my reading and writing gets done at midnight. And I've made my bedtime 1am, so how the hell am I supposed to...
Oh fuck it, where do I sign up for NevRev?
Shoot me.
So far, there are six people who have commented on HJ whose reads I need to return.
I have about three more to initiate because they couldn't go first.
And about twenty where neither of us have yet to take the initiative.
And most of my reading and writing gets done at midnight. And I've made my bedtime 1am, so how the hell am I supposed to...
Oh fuck it, where do I sign up for NevRev?
Dildo Briare, tell 'em...
Almost 1,000 words of chapter dos.
Almost. Like 994.
I need merely six words.
But I can't write them.
>.<
But this is from an FOB [clarification: Fall Out Boy, not fresh off the boat, for you chinks out there] song, and I kind of think it represents Hao Jin-ah. Kind of. Sort of. Just listen to A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More Touch Me.
Almost. Like 994.
I need merely six words.
But I can't write them.
>.<
But this is from an FOB [clarification: Fall Out Boy, not fresh off the boat, for you chinks out there] song, and I kind of think it represents Hao Jin-ah. Kind of. Sort of. Just listen to A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More Touch Me.
And you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with
And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances
I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming
She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"
Oh, and on that note, we should make a soundtrack for our books. And I don't know why my text is like this.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Beaver testicles were used for medicine...?
WickedBEAVERs
[From Wikipedia]
The beaver (genus Castor) is a primarily nocturnal, large, semi-aquatic rodent. Castor includes two extant species, North American Beaver (Castor canadensis) (native to North America) and European Beaver (Castor fiber) (Eurasia). Beavers are known for building dams, canals, and lodges (homes). They are the second-largest rodent in the world (after the capybara). Their colonies create one or more dams to provide still, deep water to protect against predators, and to float food and building material. The North American beaver population was once more than 60 million, but as of 1988 was 6–12 million. This population decline is due to extensive hunting for fur, for glands used as medicine and perfume, and because their harvesting of trees and flooding of waterways may interfere with other land uses.
Beavers are known for their natural trait of building dams on rivers and streams, and building their homes (known as "lodges") in the resulting pond. Beavers also build canals to float build materials that are difficult to haul over land. They use powerful front teeth to cut trees and plants that they use for building and for food. In the absence of existing ponds, beavers must construct dams before building their lodges. First they place vertical poles, then fill between the poles with a crisscross of horizontally placed branches. They fill in the gaps between the branches with a combination of weeds and mud until the dam impounds sufficient water to surround the lodge.
In other words...HOW TO BUILD A LODGE:
1) Place vertical poles, then put horizontal branches
2) Fill in gaps with weeds and mud
3) ...Now you have a dam
They are known for their alarm signal: when startled or frightened, a swimming beaver will rapidly dive while forcefully slapping the water with its broad tail, audible over great distances above and below water. This serves as a warning to beavers in the area. Once a beaver has sounded the alarm, nearby beavers dive and may not reemerge for some time. Beavers are slow on land, but are good swimmers that can stay under water for as long as 15 minutes.
Beavers do not hibernate, but store sticks and logs in a pile in their ponds, eating the underbark. Some of the pile is generally above water and accumulates snow in the winter. This insulation of snow often keeps the water from freezing in and around the food pile, providing a location where beavers can breathe when outside their lodge.
Beavers have webbed hind-feet, and a broad, scaly tail. They have poor eyesight, but keen senses of hearing, smell, and touch. A beaver's teeth grow continuously so that they are not worn down by chewing on wood. Their four incisors are composed of hard orange enamel on the front and a softer dentin on the back. The chisel-like ends of incisors are maintained by their self-sharpening wear pattern.
Beavers continue to grow throughout life. Adult specimens weighing over 25 kg (55 lb) are not uncommon. Females are as large or larger than males of the same age, which is uncommon among mammals. Beavers live up to 24 years of age in the wild.
Beavers fell trees for several reasons. They fell large mature trees, usually in strategic locations, to form the basis of a dam, but European beavers tend to use small diameter (<10 cm) trees for this purpose. Beavers fell small trees, especially young second-growth trees, for food.
Beaver dams are created as a protection against predators, such as coyotes, wolves and bears, and to provide easy access to food during winter. Beavers always work at night and are prolific builders, carrying mud and stones with their fore-paws and timber between their teeth. Because of this, destroying a beaver dam without removing the beavers is difficult, especially if the dam is downstream of an active lodge. Beavers can rebuild such primary dams overnight, though they may not defend secondary dams as vigorously. (Beavers may create a series of dams along a river.)
The ponds created by well-maintained dams help isolate the beavers' homes, their lodges, which are created from severed branches and mud. The beavers cover their lodges late every autumn with fresh mud, which freezes when the frost sets in. The mud becomes almost as hard as stone, and neither wolves nor wolverines can penetrate it.
The lodge has underwater entrances to make entry nearly impossible for any other animal (however, muskrats have been seen living inside beaver lodges with the beavers who made them). A very small amount of the lodge is actually used as a living area. Contrary to popular belief, beavers actually dig out their dens with underwater entrances after they finish building the dams and lodge structures. There are typically two dens within the lodge, one for drying off after exiting the water, and another, drier one where the family actually lives.
Beaver houses are formed of the same materials as the dams, with little order or regularity of structure, and seldom contain more than four adult and six or eight young beavers. Some of the larger houses have one or more partitions, but these are only posts of the main building left by the builders to support the roof, for the apartments usually have no communication with each other except by water.
Both beaver testicles and castoreum, a bitter-tasting secretion with a slightly fetid odor contained in the castor sacs of male or female beaver, have been articles of trade for use in traditional medicine. Yupik (Eskimo) medicine used dried beaver testicles like willow bark to relieve pain. Beaver testicles were exported from Levant (a region centered on Lebanon and Israel) from the tenth to nineteenth century. Claudius Aelianus comically described beavers chewing off their testicles to preserve themselves from hunters, which is not possible because the beaver's testicles are inside its body. European beavers (Castor fiber) were eventually hunted nearly to extinction in part for the production of castoreum, which was used as an analgesic, anti-inflammatory, and antipyretic. Castoreum was described in the 1911 British Pharmaceutical Codex for use in dysmenorrhea and hysterical conditions (i.e. pertaining to the womb), for raising blood pressure and increasing cardiac output. The activity of castoreum has been credited to the accumulation of salicin from willow trees in the beaver's diet, which is transformed to salicylic acid and has an action very similar to aspirin. Castoreum continues to be used in perfume production.
The only thing I managed to get from that was...ITS WEEWEE WAS USED FOR MEDICINE?!
[From Wikipedia]
The beaver (genus Castor) is a primarily nocturnal, large, semi-aquatic rodent. Castor includes two extant species, North American Beaver (Castor canadensis) (native to North America) and European Beaver (Castor fiber) (Eurasia). Beavers are known for building dams, canals, and lodges (homes). They are the second-largest rodent in the world (after the capybara). Their colonies create one or more dams to provide still, deep water to protect against predators, and to float food and building material. The North American beaver population was once more than 60 million, but as of 1988 was 6–12 million. This population decline is due to extensive hunting for fur, for glands used as medicine and perfume, and because their harvesting of trees and flooding of waterways may interfere with other land uses.
Beavers are known for their natural trait of building dams on rivers and streams, and building their homes (known as "lodges") in the resulting pond. Beavers also build canals to float build materials that are difficult to haul over land. They use powerful front teeth to cut trees and plants that they use for building and for food. In the absence of existing ponds, beavers must construct dams before building their lodges. First they place vertical poles, then fill between the poles with a crisscross of horizontally placed branches. They fill in the gaps between the branches with a combination of weeds and mud until the dam impounds sufficient water to surround the lodge.
In other words...HOW TO BUILD A LODGE:
1) Place vertical poles, then put horizontal branches
2) Fill in gaps with weeds and mud
3) ...Now you have a dam
They are known for their alarm signal: when startled or frightened, a swimming beaver will rapidly dive while forcefully slapping the water with its broad tail, audible over great distances above and below water. This serves as a warning to beavers in the area. Once a beaver has sounded the alarm, nearby beavers dive and may not reemerge for some time. Beavers are slow on land, but are good swimmers that can stay under water for as long as 15 minutes.
Beavers do not hibernate, but store sticks and logs in a pile in their ponds, eating the underbark. Some of the pile is generally above water and accumulates snow in the winter. This insulation of snow often keeps the water from freezing in and around the food pile, providing a location where beavers can breathe when outside their lodge.
Beavers have webbed hind-feet, and a broad, scaly tail. They have poor eyesight, but keen senses of hearing, smell, and touch. A beaver's teeth grow continuously so that they are not worn down by chewing on wood. Their four incisors are composed of hard orange enamel on the front and a softer dentin on the back. The chisel-like ends of incisors are maintained by their self-sharpening wear pattern.
Beavers continue to grow throughout life. Adult specimens weighing over 25 kg (55 lb) are not uncommon. Females are as large or larger than males of the same age, which is uncommon among mammals. Beavers live up to 24 years of age in the wild.
Beavers fell trees for several reasons. They fell large mature trees, usually in strategic locations, to form the basis of a dam, but European beavers tend to use small diameter (<10 cm) trees for this purpose. Beavers fell small trees, especially young second-growth trees, for food.
Beaver dams are created as a protection against predators, such as coyotes, wolves and bears, and to provide easy access to food during winter. Beavers always work at night and are prolific builders, carrying mud and stones with their fore-paws and timber between their teeth. Because of this, destroying a beaver dam without removing the beavers is difficult, especially if the dam is downstream of an active lodge. Beavers can rebuild such primary dams overnight, though they may not defend secondary dams as vigorously. (Beavers may create a series of dams along a river.)
The ponds created by well-maintained dams help isolate the beavers' homes, their lodges, which are created from severed branches and mud. The beavers cover their lodges late every autumn with fresh mud, which freezes when the frost sets in. The mud becomes almost as hard as stone, and neither wolves nor wolverines can penetrate it.
The lodge has underwater entrances to make entry nearly impossible for any other animal (however, muskrats have been seen living inside beaver lodges with the beavers who made them). A very small amount of the lodge is actually used as a living area. Contrary to popular belief, beavers actually dig out their dens with underwater entrances after they finish building the dams and lodge structures. There are typically two dens within the lodge, one for drying off after exiting the water, and another, drier one where the family actually lives.
Beaver houses are formed of the same materials as the dams, with little order or regularity of structure, and seldom contain more than four adult and six or eight young beavers. Some of the larger houses have one or more partitions, but these are only posts of the main building left by the builders to support the roof, for the apartments usually have no communication with each other except by water.
Both beaver testicles and castoreum, a bitter-tasting secretion with a slightly fetid odor contained in the castor sacs of male or female beaver, have been articles of trade for use in traditional medicine. Yupik (Eskimo) medicine used dried beaver testicles like willow bark to relieve pain. Beaver testicles were exported from Levant (a region centered on Lebanon and Israel) from the tenth to nineteenth century. Claudius Aelianus comically described beavers chewing off their testicles to preserve themselves from hunters, which is not possible because the beaver's testicles are inside its body. European beavers (Castor fiber) were eventually hunted nearly to extinction in part for the production of castoreum, which was used as an analgesic, anti-inflammatory, and antipyretic. Castoreum was described in the 1911 British Pharmaceutical Codex for use in dysmenorrhea and hysterical conditions (i.e. pertaining to the womb), for raising blood pressure and increasing cardiac output. The activity of castoreum has been credited to the accumulation of salicin from willow trees in the beaver's diet, which is transformed to salicylic acid and has an action very similar to aspirin. Castoreum continues to be used in perfume production.
The only thing I managed to get from that was...ITS WEEWEE WAS USED FOR MEDICINE?!
Frustration is ugly
when you're a tired beaver.
Seriously, why is it so hard to just give a stinkin' semi-aquatic animal one freaking episode of Sonny with a Chance? Is it impossible to let me watch SWAC Season 2 Episode 11--Falling for the Falls Part 2?! Will you not let me know what happens on Sonny and Chad's date?!
This. Is. Killing me.
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
I hate Megavideo, I hate Google, I hate Disney for being so slow.
Ughhhhhh.
DAM IT FREAKING ALL,
BEAVER
Seriously, why is it so hard to just give a stinkin' semi-aquatic animal one freaking episode of Sonny with a Chance? Is it impossible to let me watch SWAC Season 2 Episode 11--Falling for the Falls Part 2?! Will you not let me know what happens on Sonny and Chad's date?!
This. Is. Killing me.
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY
I hate Megavideo, I hate Google, I hate Disney for being so slow.
Ughhhhhh.
DAM IT FREAKING ALL,
BEAVER
"Those daysz where yhu' feel like doinq nothinq but sleepinq"
Do you feel that?
That would be millions of your brain cells imploding.
"daysz"???
"yhu'"???
And when did the q become the g???????
[Found on Facebook.]
This isn't the first time this has happened, and it won't be the last.
But oh my god, the NAUSEA.
I once had the extreme displeasure of IMing someone who typed like this:
Hh3eYy quRRl :D c@n y'huo h3lp m3h w/ 0uR s(!3n(3 hmwRk pl3@z3? :D
&+ ! luRv3 y'huo!!
Not only did it take her about half an hour to type each message, but I think she looked at me like "Holy hell, that chick types so lame" when I used proper English.
Oh, and I think this was officially our first rant post. Yay me! :]
That would be millions of your brain cells imploding.
"daysz"???
"yhu'"???
And when did the q become the g???????
[Found on Facebook.]
This isn't the first time this has happened, and it won't be the last.
But oh my god, the NAUSEA.
I once had the extreme displeasure of IMing someone who typed like this:
Hh3eYy quRRl :D c@n y'huo h3lp m3h w/ 0uR s(!3n(3 hmwRk pl3@z3? :D
&+ ! luRv3 y'huo!!
Not only did it take her about half an hour to type each message, but I think she looked at me like "Holy hell, that chick types so lame" when I used proper English.
Oh, and I think this was officially our first rant post. Yay me! :]
I'm too lazy to comment on each of your comments.
Okay, so woodchips. Um.....
Does our blog HAVE to be rustic? I mean, we're not only beavers, we're chinks too.
But sure, I'll change the post titles to brown.
Just eliminate all my pink.
Fine.
And thank you for making a NOJAC page. But I'm going to have to change all of it.
And he does not have a six pack any more. Go on and cry.
Would you mind if I used a picture of that Chad guy from SWAC as Nate. Because he's pretty similar as to how I imagine him.
'Course, I've some other pictures saved to my computer as well. How else would I've been able to fantasize about Nate without visualization?
Ahem.
Annnnddddd... Anything I forgot to address?
Oh, and how do you like the new banner?
Oh, and I think we should change the name of the blog. Like The Chinki just doesn't seem to fit anymore. But it's your call.
Does our blog HAVE to be rustic? I mean, we're not only beavers, we're chinks too.
But sure, I'll change the post titles to brown.
Just eliminate all my pink.
Fine.
And thank you for making a NOJAC page. But I'm going to have to change all of it.
And he does not have a six pack any more. Go on and cry.
Would you mind if I used a picture of that Chad guy from SWAC as Nate. Because he's pretty similar as to how I imagine him.
'Course, I've some other pictures saved to my computer as well. How else would I've been able to fantasize about Nate without visualization?
Ahem.
Annnnddddd... Anything I forgot to address?
Oh, and how do you like the new banner?
Oh, and I think we should change the name of the blog. Like The Chinki just doesn't seem to fit anymore. But it's your call.
Brainblast!
What do you think of this idea for our pages -
Since we really have nothing better to make a page, we can go schizo and make pages for Bryan Chun and NOJAC.
Whaddia say? :D
Oh, and I hope you don't mind the pink. :)
Ohhhh, and we should change the header. The header needs to be longer length-wise than width-wise. Like by a lot. Like golden rectangle proportions.
EDIT - Like instead of character pages, we can at least have a page for our projects.
And we should like change the titles of some of our gadgets. Such as how I changed Contributors to The Wicked Beavers.
So Followers to Stalkers?
Blog Archives to ???
Since we really have nothing better to make a page, we can go schizo and make pages for Bryan Chun and NOJAC.
Whaddia say? :D
Oh, and I hope you don't mind the pink. :)
Ohhhh, and we should change the header. The header needs to be longer length-wise than width-wise. Like by a lot. Like golden rectangle proportions.
EDIT - Like instead of character pages, we can at least have a page for our projects.
And we should like change the titles of some of our gadgets. Such as how I changed Contributors to The Wicked Beavers.
So Followers to Stalkers?
Blog Archives to ???
How
do you change the "Reactions" thing into Chinki | Dam'd | Dildo-esque? I think that'd be cooler.
URRGGHHHHHH
Some website genius needs to come here and help us fix this mess. Ugh. I've completely just made it black. Reverse Michael Jackson?
Oh, Sista Beavah, please helppp.
Oh, Sista Beavah, please helppp.
Um.
In the Into Our Dam'd House page, you supplied the link to our blog. On our blog.
I just found this amusing.
And what do you think of the backie now?
EDIT
Okay, so I made us a little library ----->
:D
Oh, and the new header happens to exclude 'The Chinki'.
I sort of updated that old one, but since my laptop sucks I'm unable to upload it currently.
I just found this amusing.
And what do you think of the backie now?
EDIT
Okay, so I made us a little library ----->
:D
Oh, and the new header happens to exclude 'The Chinki'.
I sort of updated that old one, but since my laptop sucks I'm unable to upload it currently.
OH NO, PANDAS
Why is our background filled with hugging oddly cute pandas?
It completely takes away from our awesome header, though.
FIX IT, SISTA BEAVAH.
It completely takes away from our awesome header, though.
FIX IT, SISTA BEAVAH.
Oh my goodness
What happened to THE CHINKI?
It looks gorgeous.
*sniffle*
How the heckers did you do that to it?! Geesh, I'm new to this whole Blogspot thing. Ugh.
The point is, though, I think we should still semi-format the header a bit. The Courier New part of it is a little amateuristic (is that a word?)...I think we can at least make the "The" a couple sizes smaller.
Anyways, OUT with the geeky beaver and IN with the rambling one.
If there's one thing I love about Disney Channel, it's "Phineas and Ferb". Oh, and "Sonny with a Chance". But mostly "Phineas and Ferb".
The thing about P & F is that they're unbelievably cute. I could totally be Isabella. Pfft. But, uh, not in the part where she's madly in love with Phineas. Pssha. No. *cough cough cough*
But hey, Phineas isn't the only cute one. Even if he's the "brainstormer", but whatever. Who needs brains? Ferb's got an English accent. BEAT THAT, FOO'.
Ah, how I love rambling.
Right now, Disney Channel's my only form of entertainment in this hotel room, so that's why. Once I get back home, it'll be making floss bracelets and assembling furniture again.
DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER
It looks gorgeous.
*sniffle*
How the heckers did you do that to it?! Geesh, I'm new to this whole Blogspot thing. Ugh.
The point is, though, I think we should still semi-format the header a bit. The Courier New part of it is a little amateuristic (is that a word?)...I think we can at least make the "The" a couple sizes smaller.
Anyways, OUT with the geeky beaver and IN with the rambling one.
If there's one thing I love about Disney Channel, it's "Phineas and Ferb". Oh, and "Sonny with a Chance". But mostly "Phineas and Ferb".
The thing about P & F is that they're unbelievably cute. I could totally be Isabella. Pfft. But, uh, not in the part where she's madly in love with Phineas. Pssha. No. *cough cough cough*
But hey, Phineas isn't the only cute one. Even if he's the "brainstormer", but whatever. Who needs brains? Ferb's got an English accent. BEAT THAT, FOO'.
Ah, how I love rambling.
Right now, Disney Channel's my only form of entertainment in this hotel room, so that's why. Once I get back home, it'll be making floss bracelets and assembling furniture again.
DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER
Since I have to do everything myself around here...
I made a header.
It looks weird.
That's the chinkiest I could achieve on paintdotnet.
MY BAD IF IT SUCKS. It was made at 12:45 am. On a MONDAY.
Wait, it's Wednesday.
Crap, I'm out of it.
Whatever. Just... make one yourself, Beve, once you come back to life.
Also, I'm just gonna mess with the design a bit. Feel free to change it to whatever, I'm just lack-of-sleepedly playing around. :-)
It looks weird.
That's the chinkiest I could achieve on paintdotnet.
MY BAD IF IT SUCKS. It was made at 12:45 am. On a MONDAY.
Wait, it's Wednesday.
Crap, I'm out of it.
Whatever. Just... make one yourself, Beve, once you come back to life.
Also, I'm just gonna mess with the design a bit. Feel free to change it to whatever, I'm just lack-of-sleepedly playing around. :-)
We need a dam'd header!
Beve, use your cover-making skillz to make us a wicked header! :D
Or at least find me a picture to use so I can attempt to make one.
Oh, and I think we might need a catchier description.
Or at least find me a picture to use so I can attempt to make one.
Oh, and I think we might need a catchier description.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal
HJLFMIL broke the top fifty.
With only one actual chapter posted.
I'm not sure whether I should feel happy or like a cheater.
Wait, do I give a fuck?
FORTY-NINE, baby!
With only one actual chapter posted.
I'm not sure whether I should feel happy or like a cheater.
Wait, do I give a fuck?
FORTY-NINE, baby!
My role model right here, ladies and gents
[Taken from imdb.com]
Audrey Hepburn was born on May 4, 1929 in Brussels, Belgium. She really was blue-blood from the beginning with her father, a wealthy English banker, and her mother, a Dutch baroness. After her parents divorced, Audrey went to London with her mother where she went to a private girls school. Later, when her mother moved back to the Netherlands, she attended private schools as well. While vacationing with her mother in Arnhem, Holland, Hitler's army took over the town. It was here that she fell on hard times during the Nazi occupation. Audrey suffered from depression and malnutrition.
After the liberation, Audrey went to a ballet school in London on a scholarship and later began a modeling career. As a model, she was graceful and, it seemed, she had found her niche in life - until the film producers came calling. After being spotted modeling by a producer, she was signed to a bit part in the European film Dutch in Seven Lessons (1948) in 1948. Later, she had a speaking role in the 1951 film, Young Wives' Tale (1951) as Eve Lester. The part still wasn't much, so she headed to America to try her luck there.
Audrey gained immediate prominence in the US with her role in Roman Holiday (1953) [MY SECOND FAVORITE AUDREY MOVIE] in 1953. This film turned out to be a smashing success as she won an Oscar as Best Actress. This gained her enormous popularity and more plum roles.
One of the reasons for her popularity was the fact that she was so elf-like and had class, unlike the sex-goddesses of the time.
Roman Holiday (1953) was followed by another similarly wonderful performance in the 1957 classic Funny Face (1957) [I just watched that a couple weeks ago and I loved it. Especially when she whacks a guy with pottery because he was making a move on her].
Sabrina (1954) [MY FAVORITE AUDREY MOVIE...with her starring opposite Humphrey Bogart of Casablanca], in 1954, for which she received another Academy nomination, and Love in the Afternoon (1957), in 1957, also garnered rave reviews. In 1959, she received yet another nomination for her role in The Nun's Story (1959).
Audrey reached the pinnacle of her career when she played Holly Golightly in the delightful film Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) in 1961. For this she received another nomination. She scored commercial success again in the espionage caper Charade (1963). One of Audrey's most radiant roles was in the fine production of My Fair Lady (1964) [it was a kind of sexist film, but whatever] in 1964.
Her co-star, Rex Harrison, once was asked to identify his favorite leading lady. Without hesitation, he replied, "Audrey Hepburn in 'My Fair Lady.'"
After a couple of other movies, most notably Two for the Road (1967), she hit pay dirt and another nomination in 1967's Wait Until Dark (1967) [That was very creepy, but good nonetheless]. By the end of the sixties, after her divorce from actor Mel Ferrer, Audrey decided to retire while she was on top. Later she married Dr. Andrea Dotti. From time to time, she would appear on the silver screen. One film of note was Robin and Marian (1976), with Sean Connery in 1976.
In 1988, Audrey became a special ambassador to the United Nations UNICEF fund helping children in Latin America and Africa, a position she retained until 1993.
She was named to People's magazine as one of the 50 most beautiful people in the world.
Her last film was Always (1989) in 1989. Audrey Hepburn died on January 20, 1993 in Tolochnaz, Switzerland, from appendicular cancer. She had made a total of 31 high quality movies. Her elegance and style will always be remembered in film history as evidenced by her being named in Empire magazine's "The Top 100 Movie Stars of All Time."
Would it be considered geeky if I didn't have to look up anything for those captions? Well, except for finding Peck's name. It just slipped my mind. But I knew about the To Kill a Mockingbird part.
Okay, definitely geeky.
But I'm serious. Not enough people know about Audrey Hepburn and her amazing talents. Not only was she an excellent actress, dancer, and model--but also a humanitarian. She worked with UNICEF nearly her whole life. Any old actress could be named my role model, but I choose Audrey because she's so unbelievably talented in every aspect. One of her most famous quotes is:
"I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles."
You go, girl.
Audrey Hepburn was born on May 4, 1929 in Brussels, Belgium. She really was blue-blood from the beginning with her father, a wealthy English banker, and her mother, a Dutch baroness. After her parents divorced, Audrey went to London with her mother where she went to a private girls school. Later, when her mother moved back to the Netherlands, she attended private schools as well. While vacationing with her mother in Arnhem, Holland, Hitler's army took over the town. It was here that she fell on hard times during the Nazi occupation. Audrey suffered from depression and malnutrition.
After the liberation, Audrey went to a ballet school in London on a scholarship and later began a modeling career. As a model, she was graceful and, it seemed, she had found her niche in life - until the film producers came calling. After being spotted modeling by a producer, she was signed to a bit part in the European film Dutch in Seven Lessons (1948) in 1948. Later, she had a speaking role in the 1951 film, Young Wives' Tale (1951) as Eve Lester. The part still wasn't much, so she headed to America to try her luck there.
Audrey gained immediate prominence in the US with her role in Roman Holiday (1953) [MY SECOND FAVORITE AUDREY MOVIE] in 1953. This film turned out to be a smashing success as she won an Oscar as Best Actress. This gained her enormous popularity and more plum roles.
One of the reasons for her popularity was the fact that she was so elf-like and had class, unlike the sex-goddesses of the time.
Roman Holiday (1953) was followed by another similarly wonderful performance in the 1957 classic Funny Face (1957) [I just watched that a couple weeks ago and I loved it. Especially when she whacks a guy with pottery because he was making a move on her].
Sabrina (1954) [MY FAVORITE AUDREY MOVIE...with her starring opposite Humphrey Bogart of Casablanca], in 1954, for which she received another Academy nomination, and Love in the Afternoon (1957), in 1957, also garnered rave reviews. In 1959, she received yet another nomination for her role in The Nun's Story (1959).
Audrey reached the pinnacle of her career when she played Holly Golightly in the delightful film Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) in 1961. For this she received another nomination. She scored commercial success again in the espionage caper Charade (1963). One of Audrey's most radiant roles was in the fine production of My Fair Lady (1964) [it was a kind of sexist film, but whatever] in 1964.
Her co-star, Rex Harrison, once was asked to identify his favorite leading lady. Without hesitation, he replied, "Audrey Hepburn in 'My Fair Lady.'"
After a couple of other movies, most notably Two for the Road (1967), she hit pay dirt and another nomination in 1967's Wait Until Dark (1967) [That was very creepy, but good nonetheless]. By the end of the sixties, after her divorce from actor Mel Ferrer, Audrey decided to retire while she was on top. Later she married Dr. Andrea Dotti. From time to time, she would appear on the silver screen. One film of note was Robin and Marian (1976), with Sean Connery in 1976.
In 1988, Audrey became a special ambassador to the United Nations UNICEF fund helping children in Latin America and Africa, a position she retained until 1993.
She was named to People's magazine as one of the 50 most beautiful people in the world.
Her last film was Always (1989) in 1989. Audrey Hepburn died on January 20, 1993 in Tolochnaz, Switzerland, from appendicular cancer. She had made a total of 31 high quality movies. Her elegance and style will always be remembered in film history as evidenced by her being named in Empire magazine's "The Top 100 Movie Stars of All Time."
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| One of Audrey's famous photo shoot pictures (where she's made famous with the black Catwoman-esque suit) |
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| Audrey in Funny Face |
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| Audrey in Sabrina |
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| Audrey in her most famous role as Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany's |
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| My favorite picture of Audrey; it completely embodies her character of having a sleek body without flaunting it |
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| Audrey in Roman Holiday opposite Gregory Peck (whose most famous role is as Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird) |
Okay, definitely geeky.
But I'm serious. Not enough people know about Audrey Hepburn and her amazing talents. Not only was she an excellent actress, dancer, and model--but also a humanitarian. She worked with UNICEF nearly her whole life. Any old actress could be named my role model, but I choose Audrey because she's so unbelievably talented in every aspect. One of her most famous quotes is:
"I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles."
You go, girl.
Why
is Dildo Beaver so much more talented than Beverly Beaver?
It's not fair.
Not. Fair.
Ugh.
Well...I guess it's my turn to showcase my (semi) work? So. Yeah.
Okay, never mind.
I'm not showing anybody my work, anybody MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--
Ahem.
But I will tell you where to see my (horrible) book cover collection...
http://s893.photobucket.com/albums/ac140/beverlya2/Book%20Covers/
^Because I'm just so cool.
Anyways, I'm watching "Sonny With a Chance". Because, again, I'm so cool.
No, it's actually because I'm in a hotel room in Orlando, FL for the greater majority of my day and there's nothing else to do with my sister. (Don't. Just don't.) And I heart Demi Lovato. In a completely normal way.
Ah, time to check out Sterling Knight.
Yeaahhhhh boiii.
DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER
It's not fair.
Not. Fair.
Ugh.
Well...I guess it's my turn to showcase my (semi) work? So. Yeah.
Okay, never mind.
I'm not showing anybody my work, anybody MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--
Ahem.
But I will tell you where to see my (horrible) book cover collection...
http://s893.photobucket.com/albums/ac140/beverlya2/Book%20Covers/
^Because I'm just so cool.
Anyways, I'm watching "Sonny With a Chance". Because, again, I'm so cool.
No, it's actually because I'm in a hotel room in Orlando, FL for the greater majority of my day and there's nothing else to do with my sister. (Don't. Just don't.) And I heart Demi Lovato. In a completely normal way.
Ah, time to check out Sterling Knight.
Yeaahhhhh boiii.
DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER
Because I am a winner.
420 [and counting] words written in the past five days.
That's 84 [ohemgee, look, I did the math in my head, Ma!] words a day.
Psh, while some people are cranking out 5k+ words a day, I mantain a life. [Ahem, ahehehem, AHEHEHEHEHEHEHEM; the voice in my head begs to differ.]
I need to do something with my life.
Other than spend it watching countless hours of porn, of course.
Those were the first thoughts that entered my mind when I woke up the following mid-afternoon. At least I could admit to myself that I needed a more productive way to spend my time. And the first day of summer was the perfect time to start. After I more or less fell off my bed, I reached for a pen and piece of paper.
My list of important things, stuff of that nature, and whatnot that must be accomplished:
1) Make Jenna Laine fall madly in love with me. [This task has not yet been completed. Damn.]
2) Think of other, equally important things to do. [As if there’s anything as important as Jenna Laine.]
I examined my list, decided I was satisfied with it, went to the kitchen for food, and called Seth.
He picked up and said, “Hey.”
“Hey, it’s Nate.” I took a bite of my Pop-Tart.
“Thank you for informing me because caller ID doesn’t exist.”
“Okay,” I replied. “So you awake?”
“No, I’m randomly sleep-mumbling into the receiver.” He more than likely gave himself a pat on the back for that one. Seth is impressed by his self-proclaimed witty remarks.
“No kidding. Can I come over?”
Seth paused. “Right now?”
I nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see me. “Sure.”
“I’m not sure if you’d want to come right now.”
“Why not?”
“Amelia’s here.”
I commenced choking on my Pop-Tart at the mention of her name. “You know, I’m kind of busy today, what with my countless hours of porn that need watching. How about later?”
Seth told me that the incarnation of the devil would be gone in two hours. I hung up the phone, restlessly awaiting five o’ clock to arrive.
When it did, I slapped on a t-shirt and basketball shorts that didn’t look like they’d been worn too much (maybe they smelled like it but all that could be fixed with deodorant and cheap cologne). I didn’t bother trying to start my car and walked to Seth’s house as it was only two blocks away. I was sweating like the armpit of a wrestler by the time I rang Seth’s doorbell. Someone unlocked the door and slid it open. Standing in the doorway was It-Whose-Name-Should-Never-Be-Spoken-Aloud-Unless-You’re-Suicidal-Or-Similarly-Fucked-Up-In-The-Head. My first instinct was to piss my pants, pelt It with rocks, and run, but thanks to the high amount of self-control I possess, I merely shrieked.
Yep.
That's 84 [ohemgee, look, I did the math in my head, Ma!] words a day.
Psh, while some people are cranking out 5k+ words a day, I mantain a life. [Ahem, ahehehem, AHEHEHEHEHEHEHEM; the voice in my head begs to differ.]
I need to do something with my life.
Other than spend it watching countless hours of porn, of course.
Those were the first thoughts that entered my mind when I woke up the following mid-afternoon. At least I could admit to myself that I needed a more productive way to spend my time. And the first day of summer was the perfect time to start. After I more or less fell off my bed, I reached for a pen and piece of paper.
My list of important things, stuff of that nature, and whatnot that must be accomplished:
1) Make Jenna Laine fall madly in love with me. [This task has not yet been completed. Damn.]
2) Think of other, equally important things to do. [As if there’s anything as important as Jenna Laine.]
I examined my list, decided I was satisfied with it, went to the kitchen for food, and called Seth.
He picked up and said, “Hey.”
“Hey, it’s Nate.” I took a bite of my Pop-Tart.
“Thank you for informing me because caller ID doesn’t exist.”
“Okay,” I replied. “So you awake?”
“No, I’m randomly sleep-mumbling into the receiver.” He more than likely gave himself a pat on the back for that one. Seth is impressed by his self-proclaimed witty remarks.
“No kidding. Can I come over?”
Seth paused. “Right now?”
I nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see me. “Sure.”
“I’m not sure if you’d want to come right now.”
“Why not?”
“Amelia’s here.”
I commenced choking on my Pop-Tart at the mention of her name. “You know, I’m kind of busy today, what with my countless hours of porn that need watching. How about later?”
Seth told me that the incarnation of the devil would be gone in two hours. I hung up the phone, restlessly awaiting five o’ clock to arrive.
When it did, I slapped on a t-shirt and basketball shorts that didn’t look like they’d been worn too much (maybe they smelled like it but all that could be fixed with deodorant and cheap cologne). I didn’t bother trying to start my car and walked to Seth’s house as it was only two blocks away. I was sweating like the armpit of a wrestler by the time I rang Seth’s doorbell. Someone unlocked the door and slid it open. Standing in the doorway was It-Whose-Name-Should-Never-Be-Spoken-Aloud-Unless-You’re-Suicidal-Or-Similarly-Fucked-Up-In-The-Head. My first instinct was to piss my pants, pelt It with rocks, and run, but thanks to the high amount of self-control I possess, I merely shrieked.
Yep.
Hi, I'm Beaver, and I'm a Facebook Freak.
Hi, Beaver.
It started out slowly...I mean, you only have about thirty friends in the beginning, right?
Go on.
Well, at first it was just "Hi, Bob" and "Heya, Mary". Some occasional pokes. A virtual present here and there.
We understand.
And then there it was. That stupid farm. Suddenly, everything was fertilizing crops, milking cows, planting trees and all. And after Farmville was Sorority Life. I got sucked in by the sparkly dresses.
Darn those sparkly dresses!
Calm down, Frank. Let Beaver continue.
SuperPoke Pets was horrible. That turtle...such a cute turtle. I named him Otis. And he was my Otis.
Continue.
But the worst was Mafia Wars. Ohhhh Mafia Wars. I'm on Level 130 now, you know? And I can't stop. I just can't stop...
But you've been getting better, right, Beaver?
Right. I've slowly turned away from the apps and focused on wall posts. And et cetera.
That's great!
And now there's a new problem.
Hmm?
I'm spamming people's walls.
...All right, who wants to go next? Frank?
I need to check my Facebook. Hold on.
It started out slowly...I mean, you only have about thirty friends in the beginning, right?
Go on.
Well, at first it was just "Hi, Bob" and "Heya, Mary". Some occasional pokes. A virtual present here and there.
We understand.
And then there it was. That stupid farm. Suddenly, everything was fertilizing crops, milking cows, planting trees and all. And after Farmville was Sorority Life. I got sucked in by the sparkly dresses.
Darn those sparkly dresses!
Calm down, Frank. Let Beaver continue.
SuperPoke Pets was horrible. That turtle...such a cute turtle. I named him Otis. And he was my Otis.
Continue.
But the worst was Mafia Wars. Ohhhh Mafia Wars. I'm on Level 130 now, you know? And I can't stop. I just can't stop...
But you've been getting better, right, Beaver?
Right. I've slowly turned away from the apps and focused on wall posts. And et cetera.
That's great!
And now there's a new problem.
Hmm?
I'm spamming people's walls.
...All right, who wants to go next? Frank?
I need to check my Facebook. Hold on.
Dewd...
It's 12:49 right now. [It'll probably be like 12:51 by the time I finish with this post though. Oooh, looky, it's 12:50. I wasted a minute talking about time. Hooray.]
Anywho.
I am a swap animal.
I am a swapping machine.
A mothafuckin' schwap beast, I tell ya.
And that has rendered me incapable of writing.
On the bright side, HJLFMIL went from 57 to 58 to 59 to 60 and then it had that green bar of consistency for a moment and then it went down to 58 and now it's at 56.
Anywho.
I am a swap animal.
I am a swapping machine.
A mothafuckin' schwap beast, I tell ya.
And that has rendered me incapable of writing.
On the bright side, HJLFMIL went from 57 to 58 to 59 to 60 and then it had that green bar of consistency for a moment and then it went down to 58 and now it's at 56.
Monday, August 2, 2010
IT'S 11:11
Okay, well, it's 11:12 now. But it WAS 11:11. So ha.
But yeah. I have a weird superstition with these kinda things. Like 12:34. I'm obsessed. I HAVE to make a wish at 12:34 or I'll freak out for the rest of the day.
Huh. Whatever.
Hiya Dildo! :D I see you've finally found our blog...yay.
Oh wow, that was an unenthusiastic yay.
Maybe because I'm trying to type quietly. I mean, I am supposed to be sleeping. Actually, I don't have to be sleeping, but it's "strongly recommended" by mi madre. (Oh look, spontaneous Spanish!)
Ooh, that's a cool phrase. Spontaneous Spanish.
Ahem. Random time over.
I'm watching TNT (Rizolli and Isles) and it's pretty sweet. Even thought it's 11:15. But whatever.
I'm in Florida, so there's a slight time difference between me and Dildo...but do not fret, my love, for we are together in the heart.
Or, if you're into Dear John references, the moon looks the same to both of us.
Yeah. I'm so awesome.
Agh, I think I'm gonna get some sleep now. Because I'm a good girl. (*cough cough* Right? *cough cough cough*) The point is I'm trying to get some good, nice beauty sleep (ha, beauty sleep for a beaver) so that I'm all fresh and nice tomorrow.
Sleep time.
DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER
But yeah. I have a weird superstition with these kinda things. Like 12:34. I'm obsessed. I HAVE to make a wish at 12:34 or I'll freak out for the rest of the day.
Huh. Whatever.
Hiya Dildo! :D I see you've finally found our blog...yay.
Oh wow, that was an unenthusiastic yay.
Maybe because I'm trying to type quietly. I mean, I am supposed to be sleeping. Actually, I don't have to be sleeping, but it's "strongly recommended" by mi madre. (Oh look, spontaneous Spanish!)
Ooh, that's a cool phrase. Spontaneous Spanish.
Ahem. Random time over.
I'm watching TNT (Rizolli and Isles) and it's pretty sweet. Even thought it's 11:15. But whatever.
I'm in Florida, so there's a slight time difference between me and Dildo...but do not fret, my love, for we are together in the heart.
Or, if you're into Dear John references, the moon looks the same to both of us.
Yeah. I'm so awesome.
Agh, I think I'm gonna get some sleep now. Because I'm a good girl. (*cough cough* Right? *cough cough cough*) The point is I'm trying to get some good, nice beauty sleep (ha, beauty sleep for a beaver) so that I'm all fresh and nice tomorrow.
Sleep time.
DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER
1 chinki beaver + 1 chinki dildo = epic
... failure.
We probably fail because of the 'chinki' part. Details, details...
In all honesty, I hate this blog and I hate my life and I hate the chinki beaver's cold cookie and I want to die.
Look at that. That is symbolic of all my pain and unheard tortured cries for help and love. I'M SO EMOTIONAL, YO.
Remember, Beve, this blog was supposed to express our resentment towards life and whatnot. Mission = success.
Yeah.
Have fun wid dem cookies, man.
We probably fail because of the 'chinki' part. Details, details...
In all honesty, I hate this blog and I hate my life and I hate the chinki beaver's cold cookie and I want to die.
Look at that. That is symbolic of all my pain and unheard tortured cries for help and love. I'M SO EMOTIONAL, YO.
Remember, Beve, this blog was supposed to express our resentment towards life and whatnot. Mission = success.
Yeah.
Have fun wid dem cookies, man.
I'm in Florida spending my vacation making a blog
...with a Dildo.
Okay, maybe not a dildo Dildo, but a girl (or a guy...I'm not actually sure) called Dildo Briare.
Or maybe that's her nickname.
Well.
This is one-half of the Wicked Beavers reporting to you that I am a complete shmuck. Loser. Neville Longbottom. Whatever you call it, it means that I'm in Orlando-freaking-Florida and I'm spending my time writing for some blog that Dildo and I thought would be fun creating.
But then again, if I'm Neville Longbottom...I'm a complete BAMF.
Yes.
Anyways, I think it's time for me to sign out and eat a cookie. A cold cookie, but a cookie nevertheless.
DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER
Okay, maybe not a dildo Dildo, but a girl (or a guy...I'm not actually sure) called Dildo Briare.
Or maybe that's her nickname.
Well.
This is one-half of the Wicked Beavers reporting to you that I am a complete shmuck. Loser. Neville Longbottom. Whatever you call it, it means that I'm in Orlando-freaking-Florida and I'm spending my time writing for some blog that Dildo and I thought would be fun creating.
But then again, if I'm Neville Longbottom...I'm a complete BAMF.
Yes.
Anyways, I think it's time for me to sign out and eat a cookie. A cold cookie, but a cookie nevertheless.
DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER
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