Not So Lucky Number Seven.

Okay, so it’s 07/07/07. So? Nobody got all hyped up when it was 06/06/06! Okay, well I guess people had a reason not to be happy about Devil Day, but do people really think they’ll get lucky just because of a few numbers?

I don’t think God takes that into account, but I can see it now: “Hmm, you know, July 7 is coming up, so I’d better do something special and heal all the sick puppies in the world!”

Really, though. I’ll give a dollar to every charity on earth if at least one really lucky thing happens today. (If something does, leave a comment about it so I can check that out and start forking over money that I don’t have).

If you haven’t already guessed, seven has never really been that good to me (I’ve always been more of a twenty-seven person myself). Why, you ask? Well, I have to take seven classes per quarter at school (not a good thing) and they always say it wakes seven days to get over a cold (not a good thing, either). So why are people suddenly betting their life savings on so-called Lucky Number Seven?

I don’t think I’m that stupid. Maybe it’s just me.

Wow, I didn’t link anything in this post! That’s different. But I updated my FanFiction.net  thing, and if you love Twilight (by Stephenie Meyer), you’re gonna like these:

	Cullen Chat 1  This is sort of like what it would be like if the Cullens all had laptops in their bedrooms. I understand that Esme’s character is a little [a lot] off, but just imagine she’s high or something. This is my first fanfiction, and I wrote it in French class. Complete – Twilight – Fiction Rated: T – English – Humor/Family – Chapters: 1 – Words: 438 – Reviews: 11 – Updated: 5-27-07 – Published: 5-27-07
	Cullen Chat 2  You asked for it, so you got it. Cullen Chat 2. What’s this mysterious secret everyone’s keeping for Edward? And since when is Bella in the room? Read and Review please, so I can write more. Esme is less high in this one. Promise. Complete – Twilight – Fiction Rated: T – English – Humor/Family – Chapters: 1 – Words: 471 – Reviews: 4 – Updated: 7-6-07 – Published: 7-6-07
	Cullen Chat 3  Wow, you REALLY asked for it this time, and you got it! CULLEN CHAT 3! If you’re wondering, the other Cullen’s are out getting something rather nasty out of Emmett’s pants during this one. And who is this mysterious stranger lurking in the house? R&R plz! Complete – Twilight – Fiction Rated: T – English – Humor/Family – Chapters: 1 – Words: 465 – Reviews: 3 – Updated: 7-7-07 – Published: 7-7-07

I really can’t help being naturally funny. If you’ve read those, you’ll get what I mean. I’m going to be out of town until Thursday this week, so miss me please. That’s all for now.

Saved The Cheerleader, Saved My Rant About It.

While deleting the Notes on my Facebook, I stumbled across my Heroes rant from the night before the last episode. It’s kind of interesting, so I’ll post it here before it gets erased:

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Eek, Season Finale of Heroes Tonight!

3:53pm Monday, May 21 | Edit Note |

Wow, I’m really nerdy, but I’m totally psyched to see what happens tonight on Heroes. I can probably name at least three other people who are equally as psyched, but I won’t embarrass you, three peeps.

Does anybody besides me think that it’s not going to be Peter or Sylar who blows up. I mean, if you blow up, you die, and in the future they were both still alive. I have the creepiest feeling that Nathan’s going to blow up (remember, he was dead when Hiro and Ando went to the future.) So, is Nathan going to blow up? I have no freaking idea.

I’m just going to use the next three lines to obsess over Peter Petrelli, if you all don’t mind: OMG, I LOVE YOU PETER. YOU ARE SO FREAKING AWESOME AND BESIDES THAT OLD GUY, YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO TURNS INVISIBLE. GO PETER! DON’T GO OUT WITH NIKKI, SHE’S RETARDED. GO OUT W/ MEEEEEE!!!

Okay, I’m sane again. Hmm… Oh yeah, did anybody see that show DRIVE (on FOX) before it got cancelled? Does anybody want to explain that to me, I didn’t get it at all (I guess that’s why FOX cut it). Oh well, have nice lives people. New York City is going to blow up (or not) tonight, and I’m going to be watching.

Will you be?

Thanks for letting me waste your time. ~Alice M.

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And, of course, DRIVE never came back on again and New York City did not blow up. So all was well that ended well. But really, could you ever say no to a face like this (below)?:

xXo oXx

And who doesn’t love saying “Nakamura”?

An Updated List of Things That Bother Me.

Not that there weren’t always things that bothered me. There’re just… more now. If you know me personally, or have been to my Facebook page, then you’ve already seen this list. I just think that the rest of the world deserves to see it, too. So here it is:

1. Hot Pants (and any other ultra-revealing trend from the ‘80s)
2. 3-letter names
3. Fruit Stickers
4. Weird-shaped paperclips
5. TV Shows that end or start at odd times (like ER, which always ended at 10:59. Annoying!)
6. People who spell their names weird, and then expect you to spell it their way the first time you meet
7. Certain repetitive rap songs (i.e. This is Why I’m Hot)
8. Games with bats in them (either baseball or bloodsucking)
9. Cannibalism
10. Dented Can Food

Yep, I will always have a problem with cannibalism, no matter how cute the guy eating me is. Sorry, but no. Hmm, this is a short post, but I’m getting ready to be out of town for two weeks, so I’ve been packing and cleaning my room and making sure everything’s in order before I ditch Falls Church for a while. Aren’t I nice? I’m also busy adding stories to my FictionPress. Check them out (if you dare.)

[Insert evil laugh here.]

Let’s Change The Name Of This Random City!

Really. When the English took over New Amsterdam, was it really necessary to rename it? Really? Is New York really that much better that the English were like “This is probably the most important choice we will ever have to make, so let’s change the name of this random city!”

Ugh. Maybe they should change “Falls Church City” to “Pimp Town” and see how many single parents want to live there then! Ha!

Enough about that, though. I have been downloading random songs like crazy this week (trying to make a dent in the 30 gigabytes on my iPod) and I’ve actually come across some good bands in the process. I must say, I let my guard down. While flipping through CosmoGIRL! magazine, I saw this pretty much harmless advertisement for this rising band, Cute Is What We Aim For. They also looked pretty harmless, so I downloaded a few of their songs. I will now assume that you want my personal opinion on their music. And, remember from my last post that I am awfully biased and one for hyperbolic statements.

But seriously, they suck. Badly.

Die Die Die>><<Die Die Die

Rising bands should probably stick to music. But who knows? Maybe you do like that band. I just don’t. Seriously don’t. That is all.

Compacted Ham in a Can.

I don’t understand the reasons people have for spamming us (me). I clicked into my Gmail yesterday, and I was surprised when eight out of fourteen messages were from the German Lottery. I know most people reading this are thinking, “That’s nothing. Once I opened my Yahoo! or Hotmail and I have 300 spam messages in my inbox. Beat that.” But if you put things in perspective, in the two years that I’ve had my Gmail, I’ve gotten all of twelve spam messages. So eight in a day is a lot.

And the worst part is trying to get rid of them. I was actually stupid enough to reply to one of them in an attempt to get myself off whatever satanic mailing list they’d scrawled my name in blood onto, but when I didn’t see an “unsubscribe” link or anything, I wrote them a pathetic little email that only made things worse:

“Stop emailing me.”

That was pretty much the extent of what my fourteen-year-old imagination could conjure up without getting into a very unlady-like cuss fight with the German Lottery.

Needless to say, when I opened my Gmail today, I had 27 messages from not only the German Lottery, but some Russian adoption agency and those idiots who really think I would believe that I won an Apple iPhone by not going to their sites.

And that’s when I did something I thought I’d never have to do again after I cancelled my Yahoo! two years ago: I marked them all as spam. That was a real hit on my sense of security, knowing that these people could find me, no matter how many holes I hide in (which I won’t do anymore after hearing that story about that family that suffocated in some manure hole. Very sad).

It’s like I can’t hide from these people!