Karate Mantis

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

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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.

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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.
Some Genres:
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)
Michael Jackson
Alice Cooper
Elton John
Aerosmith
Bauhaus
The Cure
Sisters of Mercy
Kiss
Led Zeppelin
Eagles
Specimen
David Bowie
Janis Joplin
Marilyn Manson & the Spooky Kids
Christian Death
Siouxsie and the Banshees
The Beatles
The Wings (Paul rules)
The Jackson 5/The Jacksons
Stevie Wonder
Europe
AC/DC
Foreigner
Heart
Journey
Fleetwood Mac
Rod Stewart
Uk Decay
Sex Gang Children
Meatloaf
Van Halen
Queen
The Who
Bee Gees
The Rolling Stones
Nirvana
Joy Division
45 Grave
Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Scorpions

That of course that’s not all, but you get the point

And my taste in movies:

 

Night of the living Dead
Moonwalker
Tootsie
The Great Outdoors
Midnight Cowboy
The Graduate
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles
Halloween
Edward Scissorhands
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
The Lion King
Persepolis
Felidae
The Pokemon Movie…
The Wizard of Oz
A Clockwork Orange
Watership Down
Plague Dogs
Ghostbusters
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Ace Ventura
Zoolander
Wayne’s World
Tommy
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
Purple Rain
Dracula
Creepshow
The Wiz
The Outsiders
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.

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Heh….

-Noj

A Thursday

Boy, what a week. Well, not really. But I did go to the dentist today, and my mouth does hurt like a sonofabitch. Not only do my molars hurt, but the dentist pried my mouth open so wide that my jaw hardly wants to move. I can’t even yawn without pain, man. At least it’s Thursday (is what I would say if I was an optimistic person).

Reminds me of Steve Martin in Little Shop of Horrors.

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Actually I am glad it’s Thrusday, that means Friday is tomorrow. I have to make up a test tomorrow…damn. I left for the dentist (Steve Martin) at about 12:30, right after lunch. I didn’t eat much because….well, I didn’t want a bunch of spinach between my teeth when I went…

Nothing planned for the weekend.

 

Went to an Alice Cooper / Marilyn Manson concert this summer. Probably one of the best days of my life. I’m really into them both.

So yeah….I got my mom interested in Marilyn Manson.

Of course she knew Alice, she used to listen to Welcome to My Nightmare on her sister’s record player back in the 70’s. But she didn’t know Marilyn.

“I remember him being popular in the 90’s,” she told me, “but so many people were hyped about him that I wasn’t really interested.”

Now she’ll stay up with me and we watch MM interviews together (by the way, I will ramble about singers that I like a lot; just a warning). I found her watching him on Letterman once, and I just had to join her. She finds Manson to be intriguing. She’s a very open-minded woman, and she talks to me as a human being, rather than “just a kid”.

People really underestimate children. Sure, children overestimate themselves often times, but children are much more aware of their surroundings than adults may think. They hear Mommy say “bitch”, they see Daddy giving the bird to someone (by the way, this doesn’t reflect my personal life, these are just examples), and they may not understand it but they are often times gifted with a close attention to detail. They will take note of the little things you do.

I am a kid, you can trust me when I say that (although, obviously, I am old enough to understand these things. But it wasn’t long ago that I was crawling around, sucking my thumb, picking my nose, etc.)

I love celebrities….that’s random, but yeah…

I really don’t feel like doing my homework….I hate grammar…. I suck at it. Which I find ironic, because I have considered being an English teacher (for foreign people), or a Spanish teacher in Europe, or an Italian teacher, whatever.

I have lots of ideas.

I need to read The Catcher in the Rye. Such a classic that I haven’t cracked in to.

And here I am, reading Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter. Haha. I usually try to read the bigger ones, like Dracula, Frankenstein, Lord of the Flies, those ones that everyone should know about.

I loved Frankenstein. I don’t know what it was about it. I guess I liked how Frankenstein’s monster tried to be a nice man, and he was shunned for it. I just like that somehow. A good idea, I guess…doesn’t teach a very good moral to the kiddies, but yeah, haha. I also like the never-ending angst. Poor Frankenstein, sick all the time, telling his story on his death bed. And his monster, being excepted by no one, finally ending it all.

Did you ever notice that Shelley never actually says what the monster is made of? Is it implied somewhere that he was made of dead parts? Did I miss that? I hate it when I miss stuff like that; I love implications and allegory.

 

Ok, I gotta quit being a geek now and get going…. gotta take a shower and do my homework (at least some of it…)

 

-Noj