HAIIIIKUS!

MICHELLE AND I WROTE HAIKUS!

Doctor Who haikus. because we're geeks and stuff.

DON'T BE HATIN'!

Here are mine. I really hope she posts all of hers on her blog.

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I, into TARDIS,

Burn through space and time.

Crap, Daleks - Again.

xx

Police, outer space,

The Shadow Proclamation

Ro-jo kum ro-mo.

xx

Pin-striped suit, no name

Blue box, an unearthly wind.

Children of earth, cry.

xx

Metacrisis, glow

DonnaDoctor, prophecied

Bad Wolf comes, always.


xx

the end. yaaay.

Dear highschool registration packet,

I hate you.

Sincerely, me.

^^^The above was my intense anger against the registration packet for my highschool which I have to turn in tomorrow.

So here's the scoop. I'm homeschooled. yes. and I'm registering for public school for the first time ever ever in the everness of ever. and--

--oh my gosh my cat was asleep curled up in a ball and she reached up and wiped her face with her paw a few times with her eyes closed and wrinkled up her nose and omgosh THE CUTENESS--

anyway.
registering for school for the first time...what an adventure.

highschool, no less.

JUMPING INTO THE SHARK TANK BOOYAH~

so the entire time I wasn't writing blog posts I was doing fantastic stuff in which you cannot dream the fantastic beauty of it. So beautiful and fantastic some would never dare to speak it.

I'll tell you some of it. but the rest - oh I dare not speak it.

I went to the dentist. No cavaties. whoohoo.
I signed up for highschool. planning out electives. w00t.
I did lots of normal eighth grader school stuff.
I watched all the way through Doctor Who and now I'm waiting for April 17th because BBCAmerica will be airing the new season. Matt Smith, you'd better be good, goshdarnit.
AND LOTS OF OTHER STUFF OF WHICH I DARE NOT SPEAK

the end.
not really.

ELECTIVES ARE SO STUPID I HATE FILLING OUT FORMS FOR ELECTIVES TO TAKE I'M SO ANGRY WITH MY HIGHSCHOOL PACKET IT GAVE ME A HEADACHE I SAT THERE FOR THREE HOURS AND DID NOTHING BUT WRITE DOWN AND PLAN OUT WHAT I WANT TO DO AND WHAT I NEED TO DO AND I FLIPPING HATE HIGHSCHOOL ELECTIVES AND PENCILS THAT BREAK ALL THE TIME.

if you couldn't read that, here's what it said in more elongated, expanded terminology.

It was about nine o' clock when we started this. I sat down with a pencil and paper, and wrote what I wanted to take. Art fundamentals, Voice method, Photojournalism[photography] and some other stuff. you have to fill in five slots - two in the first semester and three in the second.

here's where it gets complicated, kids.

the reason you have two in the first and three in the second is because one of the spots in the first is filled by Health class. it's a requirement.
I have already taken a Health elective. I did it this year in eigth grade. Highschool health elective. I may not have to take Health class in highschool next year because of this. If I don't, I get that spot free for an elective. I had to think of another one to take for that, totaling six electives.

And then I had to think up six more in case those classes weren't available. Six alternative classes.

Two hours later and much headache, I had my six alternative classes. Which go somewhere along the lines of Ceramics, Introduction to desktop publishing, music appreciation, Spanish 1, Robotics...

you can tell I yanked those out from random spots in the book, yes? yes.

the other issue is that some classes are full-year classes and some are only half-year classes, or one term. Spanish 1, for example, is full-year, so it takes a full two elective spots. it was really complicated to figure out what I could take and what not and it's still making my brain hurt so I'll stop talking about it.

In other words,

dear highschool registration packet,

you have valiantly tried to do me in and have failed. my head hurts but I remain ever victorious.

sincerely,

- me.

now you kids, go chase some rabbits or something.

baiii.

second-season sadness.

Oh.

Oh oh oh.

It's been a good 72 hours since I saw the action-packed two-episode second season finale of Doctor Who.

I. Cried. So. Hard.

I literally had to pause the show at one point to go cry at the sink for a good three minutes before continuing.

So maybe I lied a little. I didn't really do that but I did cry. A lot. And then no one was online who would understand my pain so I couldn't vent with them.

So I went and hollered about it at my dad for a good fifteen minutes.

It would've taken three but I had to explain the whole backstory and it took FOREVER because I had to explain an episode earlier in the season to get the set up for the two-part finale.

It was complicated and my poor father was so understanding about it, even though he was probably within no possible comprehensive reach of what the gallifrey I was talking about.

Yes. I just used the Doctor's home planet as a strong word expressing an oath or swear.

-nerd-

Actually I just made that up on the spot. Sweet. I'm using that more often.

Abbreviated: wtg. hahahah.

oh, right. sadness. you're reading this expecting me to be sad. right.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!11

I was so sad, I drew a picture of the Doctor. I'm not gonna post it here though because I'd be laughed off the internet at how terrible it is!

even though no one reads this but me.

Eh.

Anyway. Much sadness. Started season three...well the first episode anyway. Donna. Hahaha. thaaat's not a mad season-four set up or anything. nooo.

So yeah I was actually going to go watch the next episode[or two] of the third season to see what that's all about. Because I'm curious. So I'll stop typing now and sum it up.

IN SUMMARY:

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!1,

I really TARDIS at writing blogs and making up nerdy expletives,

and this is the end.

The anatomy of my days as of late.

Hello blogland.

Today I think I'll be writing on the oh-so-exciting life of none other than myself, and the contents of every day existence.

Ahem.

Well. Normally, if all goes well, I wake up to the glorious sunshine that grazes my retinas and causes me extreme pain at ten to eleven thirty. If I remember to take the medication that's supposed to help me sleep at night which I never ever do, I wake up at the unholy hours of six thirty to eight.

I immediately check my e-mail and facebook, MLIA too, and scour the web for something interesting before I close the laptop and potter around and ignore school until I force myself to sit down and do it.

I spend usually all day doing my school work because I'm currently behind and am trying my hardest to get a substantial amount in edgewise before the day is done. After that, it's dinner time, and the rest of the evening goes by, I plot out how I'm going to explode Michelle's mind later this month, I forget to take my pills, and the cycle repeats its perpetual, neverending cycle.

And there you have it. The totally exciting life of me. Because you were dying to know.

I can't wait to get into public school where I can actually fill my day with content.

ridiculous.

Today is the first blog post of ever on this post-empty blog of mine that I'll probably only use once and in a week I'll forget it's even there.

Basically, Twinsaurus's blog was pretty much everything awesome I could ever dream of reading, and plus blogging was just made better by them. So I thought to myself,

"Wouldn't it be amazing to have a place where I can write down everything I've done during the day and the days to come? Where I can speak to an invisible, non-existent audience and maybe sometimes receiving even one comment on something I've laboriously typed out and refinished?"

A brilliant idea, I say, and it's totally not copying Twinsaurus and I don't mean it to. So here I am typing this out to my all of one person audience [me], and hoping that maybe I'll have something interesting to type in the future.

Ciao.

-Kaitlyn