Almost 2014

Ahahahaha. What am I doing. I have an essay and a chapter test due next week. Why am I writing a post?! Oh right! Cuz I procrastinate all the time.

Actually, I’m writing this to say sorry to a lot of people for being so lazy and never posting. I SWEAR ON MY HONOR I WILL START TO WRITE MORE SINCE I GOT THE MOBILE APP. (Since I can finally write in privacy.)

Since that title thing on the top says ‘Almost 2014’ I’m just gonna write about my New Year Resolutions (Which I am, btw going to write a school edition and a reality edition. Just for laughs.) and things that’s changed me/around me/whatever that’s about me (You get the idea) during this year.

New Year Resolutions (School Edition)

1. Study harder for English, Math, Socials and Science.

2. Draw better pictures for my posters.

3. Participate more in class discussions.

(Okay. Now, imaging those words coming out of the mouth of a girl who gets good marks, does perfect posters, and is basically the class smartypants and most likely the one to win in a political debate. Okay, now stop imagining things.)

New Year Resolutions (Real Stuff From My Brain Edition)

1. Finish that darn essay

2. Study. A. Lot. Or fail that chapter test.

3. Start writing my new novel.

4. Buy a camera. Become a picture-taking-pro.

5.Get Allegiant & Mockingjay. Read Allegiant & Mockingjay within a day.

6. Become a cool person by buying those cheesy, hot pink, heart-shaped shades and sparklify it.

7. Buy fake jewels.

8. Buy pink leggings.

9. Make jeweled tights.

10. Get finished with this list so I can do number 1 and 2.

(As you can tell, this is more like a to-do list than a resolutions list.)

Stuff that happened this year

1. I became a feminist.

2. I got a Goodreads account (YES. It is life-changing, Okay??)

3. Recognized Jelly Kid’s awesomeness in a new episode.


5. I got 3 more best friends. So I promoted my original best friends to best-best friends. (I’m not a jerk. Some best friends are just bester than other best friends.)

*Note: if you did not get number 3 and 4, I’m just…gonna sit here and be very disapointed.

I really DO need to go (Do my homework). Bye bye

Yay! GREGOR THE OVERLANDER!! Oh My GOODNESS!! Blah, blah!! Rant, rant, rant…

Note: I actually feel slightly stupid writing this on Goodreads. I mean, it’s GOODREADS for goodness sake. It’s not my blog where I can be GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONEVERENDINGOOOOOSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFY whenever I want to be. And I was being goofy. Forgive me, it’s my first review of something/anything.

*Screams* *Literally Screams* 

I don’t understand how you write something that could give you the chills yet makes you go on and on reading it. I guess it’s magic. 

Okay…maybe it was just cold last night.

But the story was so…good. I don’t know how to even say what I want to say (SEE? I’m typing gibberish!) about it.


So in the story, Gregor falls into the Underland and are rescued by huge cockroaches. Then he is brought to the stadium where he meets Luxa and Vikus. Shortly, he tries to escape through the Waterway and was caught by two rats, Shed and Fangor. Since the Underlanders saved Gregor and Boots by killing the two rats, thus stirring up trouble between the giant rats and Underlanders. Then Gregor leans about the Prophecy of Gray, and they set out to fulfill the prophecy!

~~Spoiler End~~

I failed miserably at my original plan to write a spoiler-free review. This is more like a summary. Pfft. By the way, just so there will be some suspense when you read the second half of the book. Trust me, this book is all sorts of awesome! Well, for me, since apparently, I don’t live under your bed or inside of your thoughts, I don’t know if you think you’re too old for children books, I hope Gregor the Overlander proves yourself completely, utterly wrong. 

Now, to make this “review” seem more like a review, here are a few things I liked.
1. The stuff that happened didn’t seem forced: Right, the dialogue seems so formal, but it’s not the type of formal that’s unnatural. They’re supposed to talk like that!
2. The lines from the prophecies are actually decipher-able, but it still sounds mysterious. 
3. The writing gives me the chills but makes me want to just go on and on reading. Usually when a book does give me the chills, I shove it to the bottom of the stack and read it after I’ve read everything else.
4. Plot-twists. If you count Treflex (who died on the spot) and Gox and Ripred as plot-twists… (Sorry, mixing up of vocabulary always happens after some mind-numbing homework on Democracy.)(Oh, yes! One thing I don’t wanna spoil is definitely a plot-twist!)
5. The cockroaches. I love Tremp and Trip. Even though I absolutely refuse to imagine them in my head, they are so adorable (Yes, I deny reality by imagining them as Rainbow-colored-dots-wearing-hair-bows-and-barrettes.)(How do you put barrettes on a rainbow-colored-dot?)(Sure not my problem.) 

Sorry for getting off-track. (It’s my first time doing a review and I just gave up trying to be serious.)

SO! Here is my extremely embarrassing review?

I’m feeling really lazy

Preview: The following paragraph is a collection of random musings, you can skip this one if you want to.

“I’m feeling really lazy”? When am I not anyways? BLAH. TYPHOON 8! I can’t believe it! Why is it not gonna be typhoon 8 later so I won’t need to go to school tomorrow?! I don’t want to do my math test! BLERGH. I’m using my shower towel as a scarf. I feel pretty stupid here…SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM IDIOCY. I swear I am that cold. SHOOT I need to do a blog post for my school blog! (I’m never gonna tell you guys my other other other blog’s address.) UGH. I NEED TO ORGANIZE MY LIFE! HEEEEELLP MEEEE!

By the way, I’ve been looking around on Etsy, and I found a few awesome shops (Thanks to The MindHut for their Etsy slides!) which I enjoyed looking through because of its awesome geeky awesomenesses. I’d like to share one or two Etsy stores with you guys once in a while (AKA when I have nothing to talk about.)

  • Black Milk Clothing: I KNOW. I KNOW. I know… IT’S NOT AN ETSY SHOP, I KNOW. But the sky ain’t gonna fall on you, okay? Yea? BUT THE TIGHTS ARE SO AWESOME! Do you understand that the House Leggings, especially THESE! CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT IT’S AWESOMENESS SHINES THROUGH? I’d almost die for these too! (AW YEA PUFF HOUSE PRIDE!) This collection (or mostly this) is almost to dieeee for! Well, once I grow up anyways. *Starts spilling coins from piggy bank and counting*
  • Rhea’s Renditions: You see, she has a jumble of steampunk-y vintage-y book-y stuff! AWESOME! Let me repeat that in case you didn’t get it. AWESOME. She makes a LOT of jewelry, not the normal pretty-princess-diamonds ones you see. Thank GOODNESS there is Rhea’s Renditions and Etsy! (OH SNAP! I made a rhyme!) She has so much awesomeness to sell! I mean, I didn’t look through the whole shop (only the first 2 pages because I’m running outta time), but it’s RAD!


That’s it for today! I need to catch up on emails!


By the way, did you read that I have time managing problems when I’m on the internet? (Well which person doesn’t) If you have tips for me which doesn’t include sticking post-it notes along my computer, or something laughable and original, make a blog post and link back to this post so I can publish your ping-back/trackback (I honestly don’t know the difference between the two) HERE! You can comment too! Whichever way you feel comfortable with. BYE!


You all know I LOVE books. I adore them, I love them, I treasure them, I read them OVER AND OVER AGAIN. THAT’S THEIR MAIN PURPOSE RIGHT? AMIRITE? So here is mah link-up: (I know I could’ve written something less lame, but I’m feeling tired today.)

I learned how to put da button!


  • On my bed. Curled up so the cold won’t come in. It’s really hard.
  • Sittin’ in mah’ chair. Like this too!
  • Sitting upright because that’s the only way you can sit in the school library. (I’ve grown too used to it anyways.)


  • Fantasy
  • Contemporary
  • YA fiction (REALLY VAGUE. I KNOW.)
  • Dystopian
  • Mystery/Adventure (I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S CALLED!!)


  • Super-Crunchy Seaweed
  • Potato Chips
  • Pudding
  • Bread, the really soft kind with crunchy sides (I actually eat the first and last slices first…SOO GOOOOOOOOD!!!)

That’s pretty much everything. Byee!


PEP BAND! (and other stuff I am not excited about)

Pep Band

Pep Band (Photo credit: life is good (pete))

Well. Guess what? OK, fine, admit it, you guys are never gonna guess “what”. So I’m just gonna tell you! I’M FINALLY DOING SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE! (Kind of!) I JUST SIGNED UP FOR THE PEP BAND!!!!!!! (That many exclamation marks wasn’t exactly needed, but I’m not the most enthusiastic person about signing up for optional stuff either.) Well, the Pep Band like a band thing that plays music for da sports teams (arrogant people, I tell you.) when they’re playing their game. I don’t see how that will help actually, but I love playing the bassoon and Darcy’s joining as well (after a series of puppy eyes and PLEAZEEEEs, she didn’t really intend to sign up.)! She plays the clarinet. Typically in a typical band class she sits on the second row and I sit on the third row next to the former-alto-sax-player-and-now-plays-bari (baritone)-sax guy who I hates basically for being really talkative (and a terrible singer, who loves to sing at the most random times. Not to mention he sings “The Barbie Song” *you know who you are*) and the other guy on the other side is in da sports team. The teacher said that we’re gonna play stuff for the sports team, so I suspect we’re gonna be a more like a cheerleading-band which plays the more band-ish songs. Well, it’s a thing to look forward to, since we only have band on Day 6 now (Which means 1 day out of six dayzzzz!! NOT ENUFF.) and the rest of the music days (Day 2 and 4) are all General Music!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I like playing the bassoon waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay (it really deserves that many a’s) better than singing, mainly because I don’t like to sing in front of people. You may notice that I do not exactly excel at socializing with people, much less performing in front of people.

Owl City

Owl City (Photo credit: pamhule)

I’ve been randomly drowning myself with Owl City music (Not News) lately so I’m probably gonna bombard you guys with random Owl City song’s random lyrics randomly (NEWS! Definitely ) in parenthesis ( () <——— These thingies) in the following sentences AKA paragraph which will not be about the PEP BAND thing and more like about the stuff that’s new in school, therefore new to me (Symphony of silver tears, sing to me. and soothe the ring in my ears…Lonely Lullaby) – I TOLD YOU I WAS GONNA DO THAT. 1. Mandarin is getting harder, I mean, like, of COURSE Mandarin Class is gonna get harder when I go up a grade, but we have a mini-quiz for five words every DAY. We have a whole packet of (I’d like to make myself believe, that planet Earth, turrrrns sloooowllyyy…Fireflies) 1,200 words. ARGHHHHHH! AKA me screaming. 2. Math isn’t getting any harder. THAT WAS NOT EXPECTED. At least we’re still learning about  PLACE VALUE, which you really can’t expect it to get any harder during the primary years. I know because I had 5 years of EXPERIENCE! (I don’t know about Middle School.) But honestly, I never feel (Dear God I was terribly lost when the Galaxies crossed, and the sun went daaark, Dear GOD, you’re the only north star I will follow this faaaar… Galaxies) like the math is challenging. Meh. 3. Guided Reading books are boring. They’re not actually THAT bad, but I just felt like rereading Inkheart, but they give me a book about Benjamin Franklin. Now that’s a bad idea, isn’t it. We also need to TAKE TURNS (A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlesslyStrawberry Avalanche) READING OUT LOUD! As far as I know I really HATE reading out loud, especially when I’m reading something I didn’t want to read in the first place (say… that Benjamin Franklin book was a good example of what I didn’t want to read at the moment). Well, seems like the teacher’s saying “DEAL WITH IT, TORI” again this time. *Sigh*  4. Flocab songs suck. First of all, rap songs aren’t my thing. Second of all, refer to Number One. I DON’T LIKE THEM, except Alligator Sky (Owl City song duh.). (So here’s a reference: Where was I when the rockets came to life, and carried you away, into the Alligator Sky…Alligator Sky) 5. I am running (We were alone on the road driving faster, So far from home we were chasing disaster… Dreams and Disasters) out of things to say.

Recent Achievements:

  • Read HP fanfics ’til I dropped.

Pottermore (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

  • Successfully logged into Pottermore with my account (StarSilver2018 add me if you want… I ALSO HAVE THE BEST NAME EVAAA!!) and made about 200 new points for my house, Hufflepuff.
  • Wrote a long post.
  • Continued a little bit into the GIGANTIC chapter introducing all the character’s new surroundings, man, I wrote a LOT.
  • Learned a big deal about the Atropa Belladona (Deadly Nightshade) and the Nightshade Family (Solanaceae). I had to reference it for that chapter.
  • Wrote a post and added suggested photos from the bottom bar. Oh well, I don’t care.

Dear Spammers:

I might actually have to FRIKIN CUSS in this post because I am SOOOOOO FRUSTRATED with my COMMENTS!

OK, I KNOW THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO SPAMMERS and I really don’t want the other people who do not spam and are readers of this blog to have to bear with me, but I really need to get this word out to all the people who go “copy and paste” random links on the comment section and just do that for ALL the places they can comment.

The rant:


Dear Spammers: I really really really really (really x infinity) hate you and your darn annoying link comments with all those numbers and symbols and everything. IT’S MAKING ME STRAIN MY DARNED EYES AT MY EFFING COMPUTER SCREEN. I AM SO EFFING TIRED AND SLEEPY.

Sometimes it’s about stuff that doesn’t even have any apparent connection to me… “Buy 1000 new readers for 10% less than the original price!” etc. (I know I’m a blogger, but I am a BROKE ONE)… Honestly, if I spent my money on STUPID things like those “readers” I’d have two million readers by the second day I’ve started this blog. Not that I won’t spend whatever amount of money they ask you to pay on better things like clothing and food and gum and grape soda and books.

To those of you who are selling me iPhone cases ANYWHERE, I don’t even use and iPhone. NOT everyone in the world uses iPhones, I use a Samsung Galaxy Note II. THAT IS A BIG DIFFERENCE. (In size too.)

Sometimes I can’t believe the most faithful of the spammers are the ones who put in RANDOM comments with random symbols and numbers and letters, and CONTINUOUSLY do that OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I got 33 of those messages in 2 days!

Let me end the rant with: Spammers, either SHUT UP or GET OUT. If you SHUT UP, we will both be happy, and if you chose to GET OUT I’m not gonna miss you. It’s a win-win. Spammers, It’s a hard life for us. All I ever get is comments from that number gibberish you send me! Be a good man and leave me alone in peace. If I spend half of the time trying to decipher your comments studying for tests I will be a straight A student (Gym exception, and you know it.) by now. SORRY FOR THE EXTREME EXAGGERATION. BYE. *stomps away in frustration*

Gummy Bears.

If you don’t have a terrible obsession with gummy bears that you are actually SOOOOO ashamed of that you won’t tell anyone (your best friends doesn’t count), YOU ARE NOT HUMAN. (I understand if you are my mom, she doesn’t like anything that’s sweet. I. K. R.) THE FOLLOWING STORY MAY CONTAIN MILD EXTREME GUMMY BEAR VIOLENCE AND IF YOU ARE A COWARD DO NOT LIKE ANYTHING THAT INCLUDES RIPPING OFF GUMMY BEAR ARMS AND WORSE DO NOT CONTINUE PASS THE LINE: (It’s not that bad. I wanted to be very dramatic.)


So yesterday at lunch, Marcy (AKA Marceline AKA Sunny), Darcy and me were sitting together at lunch, not doing what we’re supposed to do (AKA not eating and talking VERY loudly), then Marcy brought out a pack of gummy bears! Yaaaay!! GUMMY BEAR FUN!! We split up the gummy bears we ate some (and Marcy’s lunch), and suddenly Darcy was all: I’m gonna dare myself to eat this gummy bear little by little. There was no stopping her. THEN she took a bear and stated taking it’s foot off. She slowly peeled off the lump and stretched it out so slowly like she was torturing something (or someone), and when it finally ripped off, she rolled it around on her finger. She devoured every piece of gummy like that, smiling and making “Mmmmm…” sounds every bite (sometimes I seriously think she’s a psycho.) We all laughed and laughed and laughed (x 2 +1)!!!!

(I understand if you don’t find it hilarious, you had to be there. Sorry for making a post for it, and please, don’t send us to a mental rehab center…PLEASE!!)


Anyways, as you know, I totally LOVE those to gals (girls…OH I GIVE UP.), they are soooooooo awesome! You guys will NOT understand our weird awesome thing and I won’t understand your girl gang’s and your girl gang’s and your girl gangs and your girl gangs awesome weirdness either, so face it, we’re never gonna understand each other. Also, I learned something today: I’m not good at writing about stuff that happened in my life.

Updates in my life:

  1. I am not in the same class as Marcy and Darcy.
  2. I got a new locker.
  3. I’m gonna have to get stuff from my locker in the morning and go through the whole day with the stuff I got. I also have to LIVE WITH THAT!!


Fears the start of school brings.


Ohhhh…   (Da famed IISuperwomanII, AKA Lilly Singh, AKA her faces really describe my feelings.)

Anyways, not being in the same class as Marceline and Darceline would be TERRIBLE: read Ter-ri-bleh. We won’t be able to talk about Spam Mail as much and stuff. WE JUST WON’T HANG OUT AS MUCH!! I CANNOT IMAGINE THAT!!!! I’D BE LIKE: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  And I introduce to you my phobias that the start of school brings. Enjoy and scream in fear.

1. The fear of not being in the same class as your best friends.

Honestly, sometimes you really don’t get together in the same class and it’s FINE. F. I. N. E. FINE. You’d just have to give yourself some lame excuses for making new best friends, lame excuses like: I didn’t really like her that much. I SUCK AS A FRIEND. I’m pathetic. I know. But the thing about that is the weird feeling I get just before the last week of summer holidays. It feels like: “OMG, something with me is wrong. I miss my friends. I miss my teachers. Wait, what if I get in the impatient-er teacher’s class? What if I get in the same class as the weird pervert freak? What if my friends don’t talk to me anymore because I’m a lame nerd? What if I got sick on the first day? What if my uniform isn’t PERFECT? What if…“. SO MANY WORRIES!!!!!!

2. The fear of not being able to wake up in the morning.

I never wake up on time in the morning. NEVER. Usually I’m just 2 minutes late, and I can’t get ready on time because my schedule is SO tight. It’s mostly my fault though. It’s like Life’s playing a game called “Make me suffer”, it’s like, when I get late on the days I have to drag my bassoon for the length one courtyard, 1 floor of stairs (2 flights?), half-a-hallway to get my Late Slip, 2 more floors of stairs (4 flights?) and one hallway. It’s Life earns +100 bonus points when he makes us suffer. WHY? I’ve done nothing to anger you except for live. It’s gonna get even worse this year, MY CLASSROOM IS GONNA BE ON THE FOURTH FLOOR! WHYYYY! It’s gonna be even more embarrassing if you come late on the first day, 1) it makes a bad impression, 2) you’ll have to get a Late Slip on the first day, meaning warning glares from the receptionist, and 3) you’re gonna be late, you’re gonna open the door – for the first time – when you’re late – wearing messy uniform – sweating. IT’S NOT MAKING A GOOD IMPRESSION! IT MATTERS SINCE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE YEAR, THEY ARE GOING TO TALK ABOUT YOU ON THE FIRST DAY AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS THIS: “Heheh, yea, I was late, heheheh, yea…ya…”. NO.

3. The fear of being in the class of a *NEW* teacher who’s never taught in your school before.

The problem is I do not like to talk to with people/new people. Also, you don’t even know what your new teacher prefers. There were no rumors from the people who came before you. NOTHING. It freaks me out when I say something I don’t know if I was supposed to say, but then your teacher just stands there, either thinking how to reply to you or plotting your murder in his head. It’s that moment of despair that gets me, the moment feels SO LONG. IT’S UNFAIR FOR THOSE WHO DON’T LIKE TO SOCIALIZE. I’m not the most daring person in the world, this blog was practically the most daring thing I’ve ever done. Appreciate it.

4. The fear of being called on.

I know. I’m weird. I don’t like to be called on, I have that moment of shock when the teachers like, what’s the answer to this question?. Honestly. Especially on the first day. I’m totally clueless about what you’re talking about because I don’t want to answer. It’s simple, I don’t have anything to add to that. Or, I’m just lazy. I wrote so much already, what did you expect? Just kidding. Anyways, sorry for the awkward ending, it’s awkward, deal with it.