I'm adding to my alien bruise post.
Why would an alien pick me to abduct? Am I a prime specimen of human beauty and intelligence? Or...the opposite? Or maybe aliens just need friends. If I were an alien, I'd be very lonely out in space, too...
Maybe they don't want to study or befriend us at all. Maybe they want to eat us. Maybe they mark the chubby humans with butt bruises because they taste better than the lean ones...
Well, if that doesn't inspire me to count calories I don't know what will!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Alien Bruise.
So I have this big bruise on my butt...? Why does that always seem to happen to me?!
Mysterious bruises are the best. Usually I attribute them to alien abductions.
Well, wet Atlantis! An alien abducted my butt! Or, better yet...an alien implanted a tracking device in my butt. Or a mind-control device. Or a butt-control device...You know, I'm gonna stop here before I go too far with this one.
Mysterious bruises are the best. Usually I attribute them to alien abductions.
Well, wet Atlantis! An alien abducted my butt! Or, better yet...an alien implanted a tracking device in my butt. Or a mind-control device. Or a butt-control device...You know, I'm gonna stop here before I go too far with this one.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Space Decay.
If I shot a dead body into space, would it decay at all?
I'm inclined to say no...
So, what's the count of preserved human bodies floating around in space, I wonder? I suppose they would be in orbit of Earth, right? That's a weird thought. A handful of dead astronauts orbiting Earth just like the moon.
Dead people above, dead people below...
I'm inclined to say no...
So, what's the count of preserved human bodies floating around in space, I wonder? I suppose they would be in orbit of Earth, right? That's a weird thought. A handful of dead astronauts orbiting Earth just like the moon.
Dead people above, dead people below...
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Hot Haunting.
Sweet Sassy Molasses, it is so incredibly HOT in Wisconsin right now.
Now, normally I wouldn't complain. I LOVE hot weather. But it's to the point where it has a strange side effect of restlessness. I just keep walking around aimlessly, from my room upstairs, to the living room downstairs, and back again . . . I find it to be quite unfortunate that air conditioning gives my mom a "headache".
I cannot tell you how uncomfortable I am. I am moving down to the basement to sleep. It's always at least 30 degrees colder down there than it is upstairs...
Anyway. I think my room is haunted. You see, ever since I saw The Ring, I have slept with the television on in my room (And yes, I realize that's like, 8 years). If the TV is already on, then there's no chance of it mysteriously switching on in the middle of the night, like in the movie.
So, moving on: I wake up sweating in the middle of the night, and glance at my TV. Static. Creepy. I try to change to a different channel. Still static. Yet another. More static. So I just turned it off. I think even though I hate the TV to be off, it's better than static...
Then, my computer starts saying "logged out of thehippiebird", like it does sometimes when I've signed off of my screen name. But I was already signed out, and it just kept repeating it in this creepy low computer voice at random intervals. I had to turn my computer off.
The next day, I was home alone. I got out of the shower, and kept hearing noises as if someone kept entering and leaving my room. This went on for a good 10 minutes, also at random intervals. I double checked to make sure I was indeed home alone...yep. I was the only one there.
So, obviously, I didn't flat out see a ghost or an alien or what have you. But there's something very strange going on in my room...
What is it that makes these sorts of things happen? Is my room really haunted? Or, is it a coincidental series of events that make it look like my room is haunted? Why was my television suddenly not working? Why was my computer flipping out, and did it have to talk while it was doing so? What was it that was producing those strange noises in my room? It's so strange how when things happen in a certain order and in a certain way, the brain interprets them accordingly.
I just hope the basement isn't haunted . . . I'm exhausted.
Now, normally I wouldn't complain. I LOVE hot weather. But it's to the point where it has a strange side effect of restlessness. I just keep walking around aimlessly, from my room upstairs, to the living room downstairs, and back again . . . I find it to be quite unfortunate that air conditioning gives my mom a "headache".
I cannot tell you how uncomfortable I am. I am moving down to the basement to sleep. It's always at least 30 degrees colder down there than it is upstairs...
Anyway. I think my room is haunted. You see, ever since I saw The Ring, I have slept with the television on in my room (And yes, I realize that's like, 8 years). If the TV is already on, then there's no chance of it mysteriously switching on in the middle of the night, like in the movie.
So, moving on: I wake up sweating in the middle of the night, and glance at my TV. Static. Creepy. I try to change to a different channel. Still static. Yet another. More static. So I just turned it off. I think even though I hate the TV to be off, it's better than static...
Then, my computer starts saying "logged out of thehippiebird", like it does sometimes when I've signed off of my screen name. But I was already signed out, and it just kept repeating it in this creepy low computer voice at random intervals. I had to turn my computer off.
The next day, I was home alone. I got out of the shower, and kept hearing noises as if someone kept entering and leaving my room. This went on for a good 10 minutes, also at random intervals. I double checked to make sure I was indeed home alone...yep. I was the only one there.
So, obviously, I didn't flat out see a ghost or an alien or what have you. But there's something very strange going on in my room...
What is it that makes these sorts of things happen? Is my room really haunted? Or, is it a coincidental series of events that make it look like my room is haunted? Why was my television suddenly not working? Why was my computer flipping out, and did it have to talk while it was doing so? What was it that was producing those strange noises in my room? It's so strange how when things happen in a certain order and in a certain way, the brain interprets them accordingly.
I just hope the basement isn't haunted . . . I'm exhausted.
Monday, June 22, 2009
My Decision.
So, I have decided to keep a blog.
Why?
Honestly, I'm not really sure. But I think deep down inside I know it's good for my well-being. It's good to organize my thoughts, reflect on what I see and experience from day to day, and just get my fingers to flow with whatever happens to be on my brain. You see, if it's on the page...it's not on my brain! And I don't like things on my brain. My brain's weighed down enough as it is.
Well...I should clarify a bit more here. I don't wanna get personal. People spend too much time thinking about themselves. I'm guilty of it too, of course!
I want to make observations about the world and about people around me. I want to inspire myself to think and to grow. I think writing can do that.
There, blog justified!
~Alexandra
Why?
Honestly, I'm not really sure. But I think deep down inside I know it's good for my well-being. It's good to organize my thoughts, reflect on what I see and experience from day to day, and just get my fingers to flow with whatever happens to be on my brain. You see, if it's on the page...it's not on my brain! And I don't like things on my brain. My brain's weighed down enough as it is.
Well...I should clarify a bit more here. I don't wanna get personal. People spend too much time thinking about themselves. I'm guilty of it too, of course!
I want to make observations about the world and about people around me. I want to inspire myself to think and to grow. I think writing can do that.
There, blog justified!
~Alexandra
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