It is officially one hour away from James Doohan's birthday. Oh, how I wish he was alive to celebrate it. But he died at the age of eighty, although I forget the year. I'm sure it was in the mid-2000's, just like every other awesome dude from the 70's/60's. Except for Nimoy. If he was dead, my life would be SO down in the dumps. Or at least when Leia or Heather aren't around. I don't know, they seem to make my world brighter. Same with Zaby, even though I just met her. She's just....rad. Completely, utterly rad.
Speaking of Leia, thumbs up to me for my blog being mentioned. Bahaha, I never knew that I was that funny. Apparently in a random way.
I feel like I was supposed to talk about something in my next blog...OH YEAH! Witches and gypsies. Horrid creatures, they are. I mean, I didn't think gypsies were all that bad because the priest or archbishop or whoever he was in the Disney Hunchback movie was all like, "Oh, gypsy baby. I love him because God says he should be loved, even though he's terribly mutated." And I was like, hm...maybe gypsies aren't that bad. But of course I was wrong. Oh MAN, was I wrong. When I saw real gypsies, they had lazy eyes and they wouldn't stop TOUCHING me and they were like "CAN WE HAS YERR CHILDREN LOLOLOLORZ?" and I was fear. I was much fear. And now I believe that gypsies do witchcraft because they're not BORN psychic like Gracem, you know. They got their magic fortune-telling abilities in some non-humanitarian way. And what way is there that's non-humanitarian? Witchcraft. Maybe even Satanist sacrificing? Not on my watch!
...and I really TOTALLY hate gypsies because it was my idea...I so didn't get it from certain people I love and his friends singing angrily to scare off gypsies when he took a trip to Scotland. Nope, not me.
Now time to get the pessimism out of the way, because I'm feeling alright. But there are a few things that are frown. OW. MY THUMB. I cut it really badly. And now I can't text Jim and he'll get mad at me and stuff. And if Brian yells at me ONE MORE TIME for some things I DON'T NEED TO DO and if he STOPS MAKING EVERYONE STARE AT ME AWKWARDLY...ugh. stage crew. This year is scowl.
Anyways. So I'm sitting here with a bowl of apples (which I cut up with a knife that slipped and cut my thumb) and peanut butter. I'm glad that there's no blood in it, that would be really gross. Ugh, why I even mention that? I almost lost my appetite. "You know what's nutritious? A good, healthy fruit with a side of your own bodily fluids!" No. That's wrong.
Two more things that I'll mush together in one paragraph. First: I might have a chance to go over Heather's house if she'll teach me a song on piano. Oh boy oh boy oh boy!~ I've always wanted to see what her house looks like. I bet it's musical and glorious and filled with awesome! Second: So I've been flipping through random blogs on Blogspot and I've come to notice (not that I don't mind) most of the bloggers here are straight-up Christians. I see Bible verses everywhere and people thanking the Lord of how they saved their children. And I just shrugged. I'm not one to hold back what people say, so I won't. You go, Glen Cocos.
Happy birthday, James Doohan in....38 minutes. :D
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