In the past I've been totally obsessed with computer games. It all started with Tomb Raider...and I couldn't beat that game, so I gave up. Plus, I had to play with the sound on mute just so I wouldn't freak out and think there was a tiger behind me every two seconds. Anyways, this somehow morphed into an Age of Empires obsession. I love creating empires and then slaughtering the computer's empires. Catapaults...check. Slaying masses of enemy soldiers...check. Everything needed for awesomeness. Then somehow, the creators at EA games decided we needed a game where we could live vicariously through computer generated "humans," where we control their decisions and build their houses. I convinced myself that I bought the game because I was interested in becoming an architect and I could use the game as a creative outlet. Somehow that morphed into creating ridiculous love triangles, sex parties, groovy pads, zombies and grim reapers. I've decided that the people at EA are sickos allowing me to create ridiculous lives for unwilling computer generated "humans."
Ok I can't lie...I still really, really, REALLY like computer games, I just don't have as much time to play them. Yes, I'm a nerd.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
I hate flags! I mean those little colored post-it flags. They look all pretty until you've used about 500 bazillion of them and all you want to do is tear them into tiny little pieces but you can't even do that because they're made of scotch-tape like material and don't rip. So then you resort to using a pen to stab them, but that's not successful because it makes too much noise and the person in the cubicle next to you would probably freak out. Cutting them with scissors does not let out enough anger to even be worthwhile. So pretty soon there is paper all over the floor, scattered flags, and a huge ball that lookes like its made of old skittles, but then you realize its those crappy flags that come in almost every color possible. That's what I feel like doing right now. And then maybe jumping on that ball of old skittles until it cries uncle...and then slam dunk it into the trash can and feel less satisfied than I thought the whole process would be. Screw post it flags!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Emotionally Disturbed? Perhaps
After reading the blog of one of my high school English teachers, I realized that all of my stories tend to end in death. This is how I found out about my weird obsession with prison, death, suicide, and knives.
Senior year in high school I decided to take a creative writing class. Seeing as how much I love to read, I figured what the heck...may as well try writing some of this crap. The first day, I remember I was chewing gum and the teacher asked me, "Are you just going to sit in my class and chew gum?" I replied "Yeah?" as if I was unsure. He gave me the garbage can to spit my gum out. From then on I was the master of that class...pretty fucking sweet. I don't understand how attempting to defy a teacher makes you the master, but Except for the one girl that would get pissed if I took her seat...bitch. I didn't realize that first day that I would come to find I was deeply emotionally disturbed...wait I'm not saying I am..but that my writing seems to say that I am. Anyways, you know what I mean, or maybe you don't. Either way, it doesn't matter.
I only remember a couple of the stories I wrote in that class. After a while, the themes became redundant. I think the top of the list was suicide. I remember we had to write some kind of poem (one with a weird structure) and that apparently the only thing I could come up with was a girl slitting her wrists. I'll have to find these on my old computer some day...to show you how disturbing they actually are. Haha this post "is a tribute" to the "most disturbing stories I've ever written." And thank you Tenacious D. Sorry, once in a while I truly do have ADHD, and unfortunately it has gone undiagnosed for years. Okay, back to my train of thought. So my poem was about a girl repeatedly slitting her wrists, her subsequent death and the failure of anyone around her to save her.
Now, onto one of my favorite stories. I'm not exactly sure of the details about this assignment but it was something like this. We each had to pick an item (randomly) and write a story using it. I think random things were written on pieces of paper and we each had to pick one...something like that. An "orange cone" was mine. I don't know what comes to mind when you think about an orange cone but I think it's pretty normal to think of construction/road work/construction workers. So you'd think it'd be pretty easy to write a story involving construction. Mine veered off from that point. Mine went the way of a guy driving a car, and apparently either not paying attention or in order to avoid an accident swerved into guys doing roadwork. Unfortunately for the driver of this vehicle, (which is a funny word by the way....why not use "car", since that's what I'm talking about), he struck the orange cone which became trapped underneath his car. He then proceeded to hit and kill one of the workers. The girlfriend of this driver arrived at the accident thinking her boyfriend was injured. Instead, she seems him being carted away by the police. He is sent to prison and spends his time in solitary confinement. Now he is constantly reminded of that orange cone by the orange jumpsuit he wears everyday.
P.S. I promise the actual stories are way better....like I said this is simply a tribute to them. Which isn't doing a good job, in case you thought I didn't know.
And just when I thought I might be able to write a fun poem...it turned around to slaughter me like a pig farmer. I wrote about a rock concert...pretty awesome right? Up until the girl I was writing about gets mugged at gun point. Only I could turn such an awesome poem into something so ridiculous. Maybe I have some built up anger and use it to harm all of my fictional characters. In that case, if I were to ever write a book, most of the readers would probably commit suicide and then I'd be sued for negligent homicide or something like that.
On a side note...I also think a lot about amputation. Especially when it comes to food. You know how you bite the head off of a gingerbread man (except its not gingerbread because gingerbread doesn't taste as good as you think), and then you're like haha he has no head! Yeah, I pretty much do that with any food that resembles some sort of body. One Christmas my non boyfriend decided to make dead Christmas cookies. The result...lots of snowmen missing heads, gingerbread men with gunshot wounds, decapitated with blood oozing from their neck. I'm not quite sure how to end posts yet so for now I'm sticking with "The End." Seems to work pretty well. Damn it! Now I ruined it. Okay, "The End."
Senior year in high school I decided to take a creative writing class. Seeing as how much I love to read, I figured what the heck...may as well try writing some of this crap. The first day, I remember I was chewing gum and the teacher asked me, "Are you just going to sit in my class and chew gum?" I replied "Yeah?" as if I was unsure. He gave me the garbage can to spit my gum out. From then on I was the master of that class...pretty fucking sweet. I don't understand how attempting to defy a teacher makes you the master, but Except for the one girl that would get pissed if I took her seat...bitch. I didn't realize that first day that I would come to find I was deeply emotionally disturbed...wait I'm not saying I am..but that my writing seems to say that I am. Anyways, you know what I mean, or maybe you don't. Either way, it doesn't matter.
I only remember a couple of the stories I wrote in that class. After a while, the themes became redundant. I think the top of the list was suicide. I remember we had to write some kind of poem (one with a weird structure) and that apparently the only thing I could come up with was a girl slitting her wrists. I'll have to find these on my old computer some day...to show you how disturbing they actually are. Haha this post "is a tribute" to the "most disturbing stories I've ever written." And thank you Tenacious D. Sorry, once in a while I truly do have ADHD, and unfortunately it has gone undiagnosed for years. Okay, back to my train of thought. So my poem was about a girl repeatedly slitting her wrists, her subsequent death and the failure of anyone around her to save her.
Now, onto one of my favorite stories. I'm not exactly sure of the details about this assignment but it was something like this. We each had to pick an item (randomly) and write a story using it. I think random things were written on pieces of paper and we each had to pick one...something like that. An "orange cone" was mine. I don't know what comes to mind when you think about an orange cone but I think it's pretty normal to think of construction/road work/construction workers. So you'd think it'd be pretty easy to write a story involving construction. Mine veered off from that point. Mine went the way of a guy driving a car, and apparently either not paying attention or in order to avoid an accident swerved into guys doing roadwork. Unfortunately for the driver of this vehicle, (which is a funny word by the way....why not use "car", since that's what I'm talking about), he struck the orange cone which became trapped underneath his car. He then proceeded to hit and kill one of the workers. The girlfriend of this driver arrived at the accident thinking her boyfriend was injured. Instead, she seems him being carted away by the police. He is sent to prison and spends his time in solitary confinement. Now he is constantly reminded of that orange cone by the orange jumpsuit he wears everyday.
P.S. I promise the actual stories are way better....like I said this is simply a tribute to them. Which isn't doing a good job, in case you thought I didn't know.
And just when I thought I might be able to write a fun poem...it turned around to slaughter me like a pig farmer. I wrote about a rock concert...pretty awesome right? Up until the girl I was writing about gets mugged at gun point. Only I could turn such an awesome poem into something so ridiculous. Maybe I have some built up anger and use it to harm all of my fictional characters. In that case, if I were to ever write a book, most of the readers would probably commit suicide and then I'd be sued for negligent homicide or something like that.
On a side note...I also think a lot about amputation. Especially when it comes to food. You know how you bite the head off of a gingerbread man (except its not gingerbread because gingerbread doesn't taste as good as you think), and then you're like haha he has no head! Yeah, I pretty much do that with any food that resembles some sort of body. One Christmas my non boyfriend decided to make dead Christmas cookies. The result...lots of snowmen missing heads, gingerbread men with gunshot wounds, decapitated with blood oozing from their neck. I'm not quite sure how to end posts yet so for now I'm sticking with "The End." Seems to work pretty well. Damn it! Now I ruined it. Okay, "The End."
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Coolness, Nerds, Chocolate Lava Cake
Please don't think I'm trying to be "cool" because of the theme I chose for this blog. Out of all the lame choices, I picked this one simply because I lean towards the colors blue and green, even if this one is lime and in yo face kind of green. Oh well, as long as it doesn't blind you, then it shouldn't matter.
A little bit about me. I'm pretty much a nerd...maybe a closet nerd, but still a nerd. I play lame computer games, watch mystery shows, read books (amazing I know...who does that now a days), and can enjoy alone time, probably a little too much. I also have an immense hatred for people who misspell easy words, even though I guarantee I've been a culprit of this -more from trying to type too fast or not paying attention, than actually not not knowing how to spell. So I apologize if i misspell something easy and it seems as if I'm a hypocrite. It was unintentional I promise. For example: likeing, hateing, dieing. That is not how to spell those words. You drop the -e. And in the case of dieing...you change the i to a y and add -ing. I know people don't care about this but it makes you seem ignorant and then I can't even pay attention to the point you are trying to make because all I can think about is "YOU IDIOT, IF YOU'RE GOING TO WRITE, SPELL IT RIGHT!" Okay, I apologize for the rant but it is a huuuuuge pet peeve of mine.
Furthermore, I don't care much for politics because I find them to be ridiculous ideaologies pushed on us by self serving bastards.
I have an affinity to chocolate lava cakes even though after eating one, I want to lay on the floor and mumble to myself, "why did I eat that?" But, I can't resist the magical surprise that awaits inside a chocolate lava cake. Once you get to the middle, its an eruption of joy! Yaaaaaay! It's like opening Christmas presents!
Oh also today I read about Lord Jesus Christ getting hit by a car. And I mean Lord Jesus Christ....that is his legal name! What would possess a person to do that! I really hope his parents didnn't name him that...how pretentious and how much pressure to put on a small child. Did they only give him a loaf of bread to eat everyday and expect him to multiply it? I mean really, kids have enough to deal with these days besides the pressure of being Lord Jesus Christ. He also must think people are calling his name all the time which would utterly annoy me.
Okay enough for now, I'm sure after I get home from the gym I'll have more stuff to say that no one cares about, but I will still rant about it.
A little bit about me. I'm pretty much a nerd...maybe a closet nerd, but still a nerd. I play lame computer games, watch mystery shows, read books (amazing I know...who does that now a days), and can enjoy alone time, probably a little too much. I also have an immense hatred for people who misspell easy words, even though I guarantee I've been a culprit of this -more from trying to type too fast or not paying attention, than actually not not knowing how to spell. So I apologize if i misspell something easy and it seems as if I'm a hypocrite. It was unintentional I promise. For example: likeing, hateing, dieing. That is not how to spell those words. You drop the -e. And in the case of dieing...you change the i to a y and add -ing. I know people don't care about this but it makes you seem ignorant and then I can't even pay attention to the point you are trying to make because all I can think about is "YOU IDIOT, IF YOU'RE GOING TO WRITE, SPELL IT RIGHT!" Okay, I apologize for the rant but it is a huuuuuge pet peeve of mine.
Furthermore, I don't care much for politics because I find them to be ridiculous ideaologies pushed on us by self serving bastards.
I have an affinity to chocolate lava cakes even though after eating one, I want to lay on the floor and mumble to myself, "why did I eat that?" But, I can't resist the magical surprise that awaits inside a chocolate lava cake. Once you get to the middle, its an eruption of joy! Yaaaaaay! It's like opening Christmas presents!
Oh also today I read about Lord Jesus Christ getting hit by a car. And I mean Lord Jesus Christ....that is his legal name! What would possess a person to do that! I really hope his parents didnn't name him that...how pretentious and how much pressure to put on a small child. Did they only give him a loaf of bread to eat everyday and expect him to multiply it? I mean really, kids have enough to deal with these days besides the pressure of being Lord Jesus Christ. He also must think people are calling his name all the time which would utterly annoy me.
Okay enough for now, I'm sure after I get home from the gym I'll have more stuff to say that no one cares about, but I will still rant about it.
Urban Dictionary is surprisingly accurate.
So after reading another blog, I decided to Urban Dictionary my name. I don't care if thats not a verb, it is now. This is what Urban Dictionary had to say about me:
2. loving
3. beautiful
4. sporty
- A very pretty girl who is shy at first but then she will open up. She is very trustworthy and has a great sense of humor. She falls for people fast and doesn't trust easily. She is beautiful inside and out people just don't realize it..... yet. Shes kickass and a great friend to have.
- The most beautiful and loving person i have ever met...i love her and she can be the best peroson ever
2. loving
3. beautiful
4. sporty
- A very cool person. A Natalie is loved by everybody. She is too good for words to desctibe.
- A Natalie is a amazing girl and any man would be SO LUCKY to have her, she is a natural beauty and her charms could charm anyone,
- A kind, caring, cool and very funny person who is one of th enicest people you will ever meet. =) she never has a bad word to say about anyone and is a 100% reliable friend.
- An outstandingly beautiful, extremely special, supermegafoxyawesomehot girl with a sublime mind and an enchanting smile.
- a very sexy, hot, attractive girl whos good in bed. and the closet. and in the bathroom. has awesome taste in music and knows how to dance to it. rocking body.
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