Hm….yep, no plans or anything; just another weekend.
I was walking around with a praying mantis in my P.E. class (we were outside, just walking around). She was so cute (it was a female). She was perched on my hand, washing her forelegs absentmindedly. But she tried to jump on my shoulder and missed, then landed in the grass. Couldn’t find her after that. She was that muddled grey color that fit in too well with the rest of the place.
It was funny though. I saw her doing that silly thing they do when they’re trying to size something up, staring straight at me and swaying side-to-side. I was thinking, “Oh great, you better not jump on my face”. Haha, that seems to be a favorite location for mantises after all.
I love praying mantises. They are my favorite insect. They’re like little cat-raptor-cockroaches (they are related to roaches). They would be the best insect to train martial arts to.
KARATE MANTIS, HAKYAAAAH
There are mantises that will pose as ants, then eat them. How diabolical.
Yep. I’m a bug nerd.
Can’t believe I found that picture.
Well, actually I can….
Woah I can’t stop yawning.
My jaw feels a little better today.
We got cranberry juice today. Yaaaay. I’m addicted to that shit. It’s my drug.
I don’t like the cranberry juice, but the cranberry juice likes me.
Ha. Sorry guys, I’m addicted to references….and pictures.
I think this blog is going along nicely. I’m not usually good at keeping up with things.
It’s pretty entertaining.
But I’m scraping for material here, haha, most of my stories are about as big as the mantis story.
I lost my ipod a few weeks ago. It’s still upsetting. Music is my life; my ipod was my life on a rectangle. Where could it have possible gone? I really liked it because of the convenience. I can’t carry my record player around, or my computer, or my cd player (I could, but I would honestly be a bit embarrassed toting around that hunk of plastic).
Yeah. It sucks. I got that ipod for cheap, and “cheap” and “ipod” don’t usually go together in the same sentence.
Or “Doc Martens”.
But I totally got my Docs for seven bucks at a grunge, heheh.
Everyone, don’t underestimate grunges (grunges are thrift shops, for people who are unfamiliar with the term), you can get a lot of great shit there. My favorite jeans, boots, bags, and tights came from grunges.
I don’t know about you, but I love music to death.
If music was wiped off of the face of the Earth, I would be dead.
For anyone who’s curious, this is a summary of my music taste (copied and pasted from an account on another website)
I listen to almost anything 50’s-90’s.
Any rock 50’s-90’s
Any Goth/Deathrock 70’s-90’s
Any punk 70’s-80’s
Any funk/pop/disco 70’s-90’s
Any Grunge 90’s
Some older Metal
Out of any kind of music, I like:
(it will be random in genre)
Sisters of Mercy
Marilyn Manson & the Spooky Kids
Siouxsie and the Banshees
The Wings (Paul rules)
The Jackson 5/The Jacksons
Sex Gang Children
The Rolling Stones
That of course that’s not all, but you get the point
And my taste in movies:
Night of the living Dead
The Great Outdoors
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
The Lion King
The Pokemon Movie…
The Wizard of Oz
A Clockwork Orange
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
Sadurday Night Fever
And plenty more
(And I love to watch any kind of horror movie… Except for porn that’s marketed as “horror”. Psh, more like “whorerer”)
I love Creepshow especially. But I guess that’s kind of a horror-comedy. I actually had a dream that Fluffy, the creature from the crate, was real. It actually wasn’t a scary dream, because I “didn’t exist” in the dream, I was like an invisible bystander. So it was like watching a super 3D horror film. It was awesome.